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- ölümden korkuyor musunuz17
- kız sesi duymak için müşteri hizmetlerini aramak6
- biraderdir birader yazarlar4
- yesene beni diyen kız5
- keki haddinden fazla kabaran kadın3
- matrix te yaşadığımız gerçeği8
- masada aniden ayağa kalkıp şiir okuyan erkek15
- ben basit bir insanım5
- bara giden erkeğin asıl amacı10
- sözlükte ne değişti6
- 19 eylül 2026 trabzonspor galatasaray maçı5
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- zalbert ramstein8
- flört etmeyen liberter öğretmen4
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- aşk6
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- cumartesi günü sözlükte takılan asosyaller4
- vombatların kakasının küp şeklinde olması2
- yahudi düşmanlığı3
- evliliği zorlaştırmak3
- hava su ateş toprak3
- arkadaşlar ben yine kilo aldım ya17
- benim babamın siki kutu kola gibidir3
- uludağ itiraf17
- queen feristah15
- anneanne3
- bugün ne oldu6
- idealizm vs materyalizm2
- insan olmaya ceyrek kala11
- iki yapay zekanın sohbeti2
- at eti yiyen gay2
- bir kadından hoşlanmak4
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- hafızayı sildirmek7
- bir bela geliyor28
- yazarların cuma akşamı planları4
- sevgiliyle kavga etmeyi özlemek2
- fusya semsiyeli yabanci20
- seninleyken kendim olabiliyorum4
- gocu39
- ayı dövmenin aslında zor olmaması10
- işiniz gücünüz yok mu11
- hiç bir diktatör iç savaş çıkarmadan gitmez11
- karı diyen öküzleri gırtlaklama isteği10
- sözlük yazarlarının gerçek adları41
- erkeklerin her konuşmayı flörte bağlaması6
- türkşad kunthan uçuk2
death cult armageddon albümünden bir dimmu borgir şarkısı. sözlerini de kopi-peyst eyledim sizler için ey bilek metal sevenler!
cuddled through a cold womb he was
pitch black and without sunshine rays
hell patiently awaiting him on blood-spilled soil
a noble grief-stirred heart, always ready to die
in sinister systematization, submission is golden
as an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed
he was like an object that is being processed
a force-fed destructor ready for abomination
the vast solitude in him witnessed it all
those self-afflicting eyes
and their fear-painted faces
made out of utter discipline, failure unacceptable
hosts to oblivion
exploring the darkest of places
stench of rotten flesh breathing down his neck
every day seemed like an endless night
when would he ever wake from this void
no other voice than hin own will ever tell
what was real and where he had been
what he had done
did you bleed for the cause
like the rest of his men
did you capturethe euphoria
how it was like to kill
such a necromantic force behind it all
they sure did battle till the end
but when came all the glory
and who got spared to carry his body
just pure death and too profound to be shared
was it all a fabricated vision in his memory
to serve the wastelands of insanity
at the front
like forever lost its innocence
never to see the light of day again
he pondered his last few steps
into the realms of death
with his hand bloodstained
courage and consistency
bravery and valor
honor and pride
for what was it all worth
(repeat)
cuddled through a cold womb he was
pitch black and without sunshine rays
hell patiently awaiting him on blood-spilled soil
a noble grief-stirred heart, always ready to die
in sinister systematization, submission is golden
as an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed
he was like an object that is being processed
a force-fed destructor ready for abomination
the vast solitude in him witnessed it all
those self-afflicting eyes
and their fear-painted faces
made out of utter discipline, failure unacceptable
hosts to oblivion
exploring the darkest of places
stench of rotten flesh breathing down his neck
every day seemed like an endless night
when would he ever wake from this void
no other voice than hin own will ever tell
what was real and where he had been
what he had done
did you bleed for the cause
like the rest of his men
did you capturethe euphoria
how it was like to kill
such a necromantic force behind it all
they sure did battle till the end
but when came all the glory
and who got spared to carry his body
just pure death and too profound to be shared
was it all a fabricated vision in his memory
to serve the wastelands of insanity
at the front
like forever lost its innocence
never to see the light of day again
he pondered his last few steps
into the realms of death
with his hand bloodstained
courage and consistency
bravery and valor
honor and pride
for what was it all worth
(repeat)
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