4th of Ju-PIE (2011)

Actors

• Andres du Bouchet (actor)
• The Trojan Men (actor)
• Justin Michael (actor)
• Jacob Reed (actor)
• Paul Rust (actor)
• Skyler James Sandak (actor)
• Mike Farah (producer)
• Allison Hord (producer)
• Tremendosaur (producer)
• Justin Michael (writer)
• Jacob Reed (writer)
• Dustin Bowser (director)
• Justin Michael (director)
• Jacob Reed (director)
• Dustin Bowser (editor)

Genres

• Comedy
• Short

Weedwolf (2011)

Actors

• Randy Barak (actor)
• Christian Bramhall (actor)
• Eli Castillo (actor)
• Shawn Clark (actor)
• Brian Costner (actor)
• Michael Cox (actor)
• Michael Cox (actor)
• Josh Davis (actor)
• Tyler Dorety (actor)
• Jay Duran (actor)
• Steve Fernandez (actor)
• Steven Galvan (actor)
• A.J. Germaine (actor)
• Amber Griese (actor)
• Randy Barak (actor)

Genres

• Comedy
• Horror

Taglines:

There's A Bad Moon Blazing

Almost Heroes (1998)

Actors

• Dennis Ambriz (actor)
• Scott Anderson (actor)
• Lewis Arquette (actor)
• David Barrera (actor)
• Hamilton Camp (actor)
• Christian Clemenson (actor)
• Franklin Cover (actor)
• Patrick Cranshaw (actor)
• Val Crawford (actor)
• Gregory Cruz (actor)
• Billy Daydoge (actor)
• Tim DeKay (actor)
• Barry Del Sherman (actor)
• Kevin Dunn (actor)
• George Aguilar (actor)

Genres

• Adventure
• Comedy
• Western

Taglines:

Almost History... Almost Legends... Mostly Ridiculous.

Quotes:

Pratt: [Picks up Bidwell's ear from the dirt] Look at me. I'm going to make an experiment.::[Starts talking into the ear]::Pratt: Hello, Bidwell? Can you hear me?::Bidwell: I can hear you, Pratt.::Pratt: It works.::Edwards: Well, of course, it works. He's standing right... Let's get some sleep.

Pratt: Permission to check on the condition of my woman, sir? I wanna check on her bandages and see if she can keep some food down.::Edwards: You are aware, of course, that this woman of yours is... made of... straw?::Pratt: Oh, yes, sir. Figure that's why she burned so easy.

Edwards: Mr. President, we have to give bears the right to vote... or bears will rise up and then BEARS will be in congress and we will be the ones performing in the circus, wearing little hats.

Lady: I hope Satan himself burns the flesh from your miserable bones.::Hunt: Good God, Lady.

Hunt: Walk to Asia? I like it.

[When trying to read; repeated line]::Hunt: Muh... Hah-buh...

Jackson: Sir, Higgins has a story.::Edwards: Well, Higgins the floor is yours.::Higgins: This particular event happened last summer on my uncle's farm in Virginia. My brother and I had just finished cutting a field of hay and were enjoying the evening meal under the shade of an elm tree. He went down for water by the creek and when he was gone, I took a bowl that was filled with delicious plum pudding and placed into it, not one, but two large pieces of sheep shit. When he returned I encouraged him to taste the plum pudding... And as sure as Im standing before you, he did! He ate it all. Shit Pudding!::Edwards: You got your brother to eat sheep dung. That is a very interesting story.::Hunt: Tell him the ending, that's the best part.::Higgins: Oh yeah. To be perfectly honest with you sir, I have no brother. It was me. I ate sheep shit! Swear to God.::Edwards: Clever twist there on the ending.

Hunt: The next man who leaves for New Orleans [yells] will do so with a lead ball in his back!

Hunt: I name this here fork "Pittsburgh Nellie"; a Welsh whore who could do things with her one good arm that'd make you forget that *thing* on her neck.

Bidwell: [returns to camp after a bear has bit off his leg] Sir, I've been to hell and back.::Edwards: Yes, I can see that...::Bidwell: I suspect that you'll want to lead a hunting party to slay that terrible beast.::Edwards: Well, yes, that thought did cross my mind briefly. But now I have a better idea.::Bidwell: Yes, sir?::Edwards: I shall fashion for you the finest wooden leg you've ever seen.::Bidwell: But what about the bear?::Edwards: Rest assured, Bidwell, in 20 years or so, the ravages of old age will deal with the bear far more cruelly than we ever could have.::Bidwell: Revenge is sweet, sir.

Convoy (1978)

Actors

• Charles Benton (actor)
• Edward Blatchford (actor)
• Ernest Borgnine (actor)
• Randy Brady (actor)
• Turner Stephen Bruton (actor)
• John Bryson (actor)
• Jim Burk (actor)
• Tommy Bush (actor)
• Seymour Cassel (actor)
• George Coleman (actor)
• Bill Coontz (actor)
• Sammy Lee Creason (actor)
• Brian Davies (actor)
• Cleveland Dupin (actor)
• Franklyn Ajaye (actor)

Genres

• Action
• Drama

Taglines:

Kristofferson and MacGraw...ain't nothin' gonna get in their way!

Quotes:

Rubber Duck: Piss on you, and piss on your law.

Melissa: Well I think I've had just about enough of this, thank you very much. I'll think I'll take my things and GET OUT. If you'll pull over to the side, I'm sure I can hitch a ride very easily... Weren't you listening to me? I said I'm ready to get out!::Rubber Duck: You want out? We're being chased. You want out? Jump.::Melissa: You want to add the Mann Act to your collection?::Rubber Duck: Mann Act's for 18 year olds, not someone who's seen the better side of thirty!

Sheriff Lyle Wallace aka Cottonmouth: You oughta be shot right where you're standing! So help me if I had a gun, I'd do it myself!::Rubber Duck: That badge would make it alright, wouldn't it?

Melissa: Why do they call you the Duck?::Rubber Duck: Because it rhymes with "luck." See, my daddy always told me to be just like a duck. Stay smooth on the surface and paddle like the devil underneath!

Rubber Duck: You ever seen a duck that couldn't swim? Quack, quack!

Governer Jerry Haskins: A lonely breed... hard men, proud men... not too proud to cry or shed a tear. The living embodiment of the American cowboy tradition. Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to honor this great native American son who gave his life for a cause so vital to us all, like so many great Americans before him had. As you can see, these truckers are going to start passing, paying their respects to their lost comrade, the Rubber Duck, in their Macks, their Jimmies, K-Whoppers, Fruitliners, garbage trucks, dump trucks and even limousines... Truckers all! From the covered wagons and trains to the 18-wheelers that keep this country alive... This controlled individualism made this cause so vital that I promise to take it to Washington and present it to the Senate myself.

Melissa: But they're all following you.::Rubber Duck: [looks at Melissa then road] No, they ain't. I'm just in front of them.

Widow Woman: [kicking her overturned truck in disgust] This piece of white shit! I knew I should've bought myself a black truck!

Chuck Arnoldi: We'd like to know, is this convoy some sort of protest demonstration? And if it is, what's its purpose?::Rubber Duck: Purpose of a convoy is to keep movin'.

Officer Bookman: My name is Bob Bookman, sir, and I hate truckers.

Yankee Doodle Cricket (1975)

Actors

• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Mel Blanc (actor)
• Les Tremayne (actor)
• Les Tremayne (actor)
• June Foray (actress)
• June Foray (actress)
• Joseph Aidlin (producer)
• John Allen (producer)
• Chuck Jones (producer)
• Chuck Jones (writer)
• George Selden (writer)
• Dean Elliott (composer)
• Chuck Jones (director)
• Marian Dern (miscellaneous crew)

Genres

• Animation
• Family

Quotes:

[first lines]::Tucker the Mouse: Un-credible. Well, well. In-believable. Hm, well, hm. Oddities of American History is right. Wow. Un-credible. Un-incredible. I didn't know that.

Patrick Henry: Give me liberty or give me death!::Tucker the Mouse: You know what? He just might have somethin' there.

Tucker the Mouse: Is there no limit to man's inhumanity to mouse?

[last lines]::Rattlesnake: Just for the record: don't tread on me.

Sgt. Swell of the Mounties (1972)

Actors

• Dave Brain (actor)
• Spread Eagle (actor)
• Len Janson (actor)
• Tony Krizan (actor)
• Chuck Menville (actor)
• Ron Quigley (actor)
• John Tucker (actor)
• John Tucker (actor)
• Kathy Puerta (actress)
• Len Janson (producer)
• Chuck Menville (producer)
• Len Janson (writer)
• Chuck Menville (writer)
• Len Janson (director)
• Chuck Menville (director)

Genres

• Comedy
• Short

The Flying Turtle (1953)

Actors

• Dal McKennon (actor)
• Dal McKennon (actor)
• Dal McKennon (actor)
• Walter Lantz (producer)
• Clarence Wheeler (composer)
• Paul J. Smith (director)

Genres

• Animation
• Short

The Painted Hills (1951)

Actors

• Bruce Cowling (actor)
• Gary Gray (actor)
• Paul Kelly (actor)
• Mitchell Lewis (actor)
• Pal (actor)
• Brown Jug Reynolds (actor)
• Art Smith (actor)
• Charles Watts (actor)
• Chief Yowlachie (actor)
• Ann Doran (actress)
• Andrea Virginia Lester (actress)
• Chester M. Franklin (producer)
• True Boardman (writer)
• Alexander Hull (writer)
• Daniele Amfitheatrof (composer)

Genres

• Family
• Western

West of Nevada (1936)

Actors

• Rex Bell (actor)
• Dick Botiller (actor)
• Horace B. Carpenter (actor)
• Steve Clark (actor)
• Art Felix (actor)
• Robert F. Hill (actor)
• Frank McCarroll (actor)
• Buck Morgan (actor)
• Al St. John (actor)
• Forrest Taylor (actor)
• Bob Woodward (actor)
• Joan Barclay (actress)
• Georgia O'Dell (actress)
• Arthur Alexander (producer)
• Max Alexander (producer)

Genres

• Action
• Comedy
• Drama
• Western

Taglines:

Roaring outdoor action!
Roaring Drama of the Ranges!

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Blue Eyed Gal - Kingston Trio
• Play It Cool - Super Furry Animals
• Play It Kool - Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo
• Play It Cool - Billy Fury
• Play It Cool - Grand Puba
• Blood Eagle - DoomSword
• Blood Eagle - Pain Confessor
• Play It Kool - Kool G. Rap
• Blood Call - Aeons Ov Frost

Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Gonna find a bran' new gal. Don't want one who's lazy 'cause the one I got right now, 'bout to drive me crazy.
'Bout to drive me crazy. 'Bout to drive me wild. 'Bout to drive me down that road more'n a hundred miles.
I don't want a workin' gal, one whose face is flow'ry. I just want a country gal who'll have a handsome dowry.
I don't want a city gal, one who's kind-a lazy 'cause I got a gal in town 'bout to drive me crazy.
'Bout to drive me crazy. 'Bout to drive me wild. 'Bout to drive me down that road more'n a hundred miles.
I don't want a city gal who sips of cherry wine. I want a gal to share with me my country turpentine.
Reaching for that mountain, leave her here in town. Boarding at a big hotel, run her money down.
Run her money down, boys, run her money down. Boarding at that big hotel, run her money down.
She lived here when I met her. She'll live here when I'm gone. She'll stay around, run her money down, but me, I'm moving on.
Me, I'm moving on, boys. Me, I'm moving on. Stay and run her money down, me I'm movin' on.

Dormant vices turned on their devices
Now she's raising money for the sex appeal
And when she grazed her knees upon the Astroturf
All her blood turned green as the TV screamed
Whatever you want to do, do it now and pay later
Whatever you want to say, say it now and pay later
Whatever you want to clean, wash it now and go later
Whatever you want to do, do it now and pay later
Coz it's no problem if you play it cool
Things are different if you act the fool
The electric mistress always sounds so bold
She says I'm free to do anything I'm told
I check the latest newsflash it's sensational!
I feel so seduced tell me to reproduce
Whatever you want to do, do it now and pay later
Whatever you want to say, say it now and pay later
Whatever you want to pray, pray it now and pay later
Whatever you want to do, do it now and pay later
Coz it's no problem if you play it cool
Things are different if you act the fool
Whatever you want to do, do it now and pay later
Whatever you want to say, say it now and pay later
Whatever you want to clean, wash it now and go later
Whatever you want to do, do it now and pay later
Coz it's no problem if you play it cool

[Rakim: cut and scratched x3 by Polo] "Cool.."
[Kool G. Rap]
I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player
Your record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer
Kool G. Rap, cause to the little I'm an idol
Attackin the vital parts to maintain my title
The suckers panic, but to the ladies I'm romantic
and gigantic, just like the Atlantic ocean
as I flow in slow motion
And I be cookin you suckers like tan lotion
The K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O
would like to say hello to you mellow fellow
What are you yellow? You're hidin like a coward
And I don't allow it, you get devoured
Cause you can't cope, cause I'm dope and you don't have
a prescription, so just walk like an Egyptian
My instrumentals ain't up for rental
But come and try em and if you wanna buy em then I supply em
I got the source of an orchestra
But if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcin ya
You said you're ready like Freddie to battle me
But the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield
All wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi
You try to trip me, but I just play it Kool
just like a hippie, to be like G, this is the number one rule
Play it Kool
[Rakim: cut and scratched x3 by Polo] "Cool.."
[Kool G. Rap]
I just glide, these are the tales from the brainside
With lyrics and the beats I provide they collide
to form a homicide, you get dragged in a big bag
Shell ? ricochet, so watch em zig-zag
off angle, but I'm in shape like a triangle
I need a sucker to strangle, with my new single
All rhymes are terrifying, you're dying
You might as well be in a cage with a mountain lion
When I hear the bell ring, I'm swingin head level
Burnin your block, my rhymes hotter than Red Devil
So peel off, like a potato ("Cool")
Cause I play it Kool like the music inside a elevator
Doc the Butcher is a true blue musician
I'm gettin busy while suckers are goin fishin
or out to lunch, as they munch and they crunch
on a bunch of stellar rhymes, so I just give em a Hawaiian Punch
and let em stagger, givin em lipstick and they Mick Jagger
Lyrics are sharper than a dagger
Agony, yeah I'm braggin nobody's baggin me
To the bedroom, your girlfriend is draggin me
I make the hits radios won't swing, but that's OK ("Cool")
Hey, cause everything is still Kool and the Gang ("Cool")
Let's party cause everybody plays the fool
but I play it Kool
[Rakim: cut and scratched x6 by Polo] "Cool.."
[Kool G. Rap]
I play it Kool, makin you kneel, squirm and squeel
My name ain't Rodney but I'm standin on the Dangerfield
And my shows, I bust em out just like a virgin
Cause I get stupid but I'm smarter than a brain surgeon
G. Rap is here to bury
So duck MC's, I send em to the Pet Semetary
Your whole crew turns chicken when they finish
watchin you die, so please stand by as I fry
You kinda sour so I dip you in some flour
Read my book, it says cook for about an hour
Ring the dinner bell, brain cells are well done
It's time you got a story, don't tell none
So this here is the only I'm sane
so play it Kool ("Cool) or you'll be headin for the deadpool
I play it Kool-er than a band in the North Pole
But I never freeze up or catch a cold
Never stiff, I shoot the gift kinda swift
Try to riff, and you'll needin a facelift
Cause I'm a teacher and a trainer, a preacher and a explainer
World's greatest entertainer
I approach like a coach to the umpire
And like live wire I'ma start a dumb fire
This is Kool G. Rap the Principal of the new school
cause I play it Kool

Play it cool baby
Play it cool
Don’t forget that golden rule
Now were flying high
Way up in the sky
C’mon play it cool
Play it cool baby
Play it cool
C’mon and join my lovers school
You would love to learn
I just make you burn
C’mon play it cool
When your heart keeps beating a minute
Then baby don’t you hurry
There’s time for you
And time for me
Never worry
Play it cool baby
Play it cool
Don’t forget that golden rule
Now were flying high way up in the sky
C’mon play it cool
Now play it boys
When your heart keeps beating a minute
Then baby don’t you hurry
There’s time for you
And time for me
A baby don’t you worry
Play it cool baby
Play it cool
Don’t forget that golden rule
Now were flying high
Way up in the sky
C’mon play it cool
So c’mon c’mon c’mon
Play it cool

Play it cool and move it slow
The nature of these humans is to wanna see rip
Is to wanna see a fight and say should not write
I say let bygones be bygones and let's make this cash
Let's get this doe and still let niggaz know
It's a lot of bad bitches in Atlanta
New York is there and it's ripe for the killing
I say hit me wit' a stack, let me live, let me do mine
Let me be aight when I rest in the night
If you want it, you can get it
Don't make theatrics if you got soft tactics
There's a lot of actors out there in the movies
And even more actors in the rap game
I keep my shit in place so I can reach all my people
So I won't confuse the words that I choose
The Brand Nubian combo, Grand Puba ensemble
Will make a nigga hungry, give him a piece of fried fish
Known Alamo for 25 years
So when I say pass the beef, then Ali passed the beef
Wack rappers be sliding by the skin of they teeth
No label could ever be able to stop me
They might try to prop me, put me on promotions, but yo, fuck that
Just give me my money, ain't a damn thing funny [unverified]
(Real lust)
[Unverified]
Life is a 3 ring circus, all of the ups and downs of the carousel
That I knew so well, check it out
'Cuz money's what the two's all about
Play it cool and move it slow
Keep it going, no doubt, no doubt, no diggedy
Hey, me and Doogie bag mad doe
Wit' that nigga 'Mo, niggaz try to see it but they moving
(Move slow)
So tell me what the fuck is it
Weak cyphers can't wait for the God to come and visit
Niggaz don't know on the D-low
Me and my man Sadat is mad and we bagging doe
(Cool)
So save the boo for Betty, I shred niggaz like confetti
Bagging loot and I'm jetti, so are you ready to learn
Of putting niggaz on ruin', coming stronger than Ewing
I put the tic wit' the tac 'cuz I'm the knick wit' the knack
So save the patty for the wack and it'll stem from the crack
You know what, I don't hit guts of no nasty sluts
Or get strung on butts, I just hit 'em wit' the roach deluxe
'Cuz Doogie, you know how shit do
So Sadat, let's bag this money, then push back to the bungalow
Go and tell your mother, it's return of the blues
(We can do it better)
So fuck them others 'cuz I ain't trying to hear it
Then if time and giving loot, I be fucking five women
The location now, we don't even ask while
Lyrics so deep they keep passing you by
I'm cutting niggaz down like drive by
Niggaz can't keep, 'cuz yo, money, your shit is dry
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie
This is how we flow it on, Big Jeff, let's get it going on

"I har alle bevidnet et l?nge kendt ritual. Konger dor pa denne vis"
No more battle noise, nor crying this night.
The whole of England is silent, stopped is every fight.
As the heathen knife falls down onto King Aella's spine,
Blood runs onto York, no christian light will shine.
Ivarr pulled his ribs one by one out of his back,
Wings of blood won't make him fly, he just longs for a heartbreak!
All of you have witnessed, a ritual long time known:
Blood Eagle, Kings Die This Way!
The clouds gathered above, to witness and behold
The landing of an Eagle on the walls of this stronghold.
As the heathen knife falls down onto King Aella's spine,
Blood runs onto York, no christian light will shine.
Ivarr pulled his ribs one by one out of his back,
Wings of blood won't make him fly, he just longs for a heartbreak!
All of you have witnessed, a ritual long time known:

With the power of your gods or childhood abuse
Reaper, the taker of life
Black lamb of god, I spit on your grave
Each day I will count the bricks
I smile like the devil you were
How can you stare in the mirror
After breaking my soul
Did it make you feel empowered
How can you go about your life
With my rended flesh torn
I will see you burn, you took what is mine, emptiness
remains
I will reclaim every drop of my blood, drawn by
weakling scum
How can you crawl on like nothing happened
Everything happened to me
How the hell could I get up again
When my knees were bent as was my will
With your cuts in my skin
And your hate in my veins
Spread your wings like the blood eagle
Take your last breaths as you burn
As your ravaged angel
I will help you soar
How can they stand behind each other
As a crowd that always shows up at a funeral
Not to weep but to gawk at the corpse
Tear apart every last shred of humanity
I will see you burn, you took what is mine, emptiness
remains
I will reclaim every drop of my blood, drawn by
weakling scum
Burn, burn!
Burn, burn!
I will see you burn, you took what is mine, emptiness
remains
I will reclaim every drop of my blood, drawn by
weakling scum
With your cuts in my skin
And your hate in my veins
Spread your wings like the blood eagle
Take your last breaths as you burn
As your ravaged angel

"Cool." -> Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo)
[Kool G. Rap]
I play it Kool, gettin to tour just like a jazz player
Your record player ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer
Kool G. Rap, cause to the little I'm an idol
Attackin the vital parts to maintain my title
The suckers panic, but to the ladies I'm romantic
and gigantic, just like the Atlantic ocean
as I flow in slow motion
And I be cookin you suckers like tan lotion
The K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O
would like to say hello to you mellow fellow
What are you yellow? You're hidin like a coward
And I don't allow it, you get devoured
Cause you can't cope, cause I'm dope and you don't have
a prescription, so just walk like an Egyptian
My instrumentals ain't up for rental
But come and try em and if you wanna buy em then I supply em
I got the source of an orchestra
But if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcin ya
You said you're ready like Freddie to battle me
But the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield
All wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi
You try to trip me, but I just play it Kool
just like a hippie, to be like G, this is the number one rule
Play it Kool
"Cool." -> Rakim (cut and scratched 3X by Polo)
[Kool G. Rap]
I just glide, these are the tales from the brainside
With lyrics and the beats I provide they collide
to form a homicide, you get dragged in a big bag
Shell? ricochet, so watch em zig-zag
off angle, but I'm in shape like a triangle
I need a sucker to strangle, with my new single
All rhymes are terrifying, you're dying
You might as well be in a cage with a mountain lion
When I hear the bell ring, I'm swingin head level
Burnin your block, my rhymes hotter than Red Devil
So peel off, like a potato ("Cool")
Cause I play it Kool like the music inside a elevator
Doc the Butcher is a true blue musician
I'm gettin busy while suckers are goin fishin
or out to lunch, as they munch and they crunch
on a bunch of stellar rhymes, so I just give em a Hawaiian Punch
and let em stagger, givin em lipstick and they Mick Jagger
Lyrics are sharper than a dagger
Agony, yeah I'm braggin nobody's baggin me
To the bedroom, your girlfriend is draggin me
I make the hits radios won't swing, but that's OK ("Cool")
Hey, cause everything is still Kool and the Gang ("Cool")
Let's party cause everybody plays the fool
but I play it Kool
"Cool." -> Rakim (cut and scratched 6X by Polo)
[Kool G. Rap]
I play it Kool, makin you kneel, squirm and squeel
My name ain't Rodney but I'm standin on the Dangerfield
And my shows, I bust em out just like a virgin
Cause I get stupid but I'm smarter than a brain surgeon
G. Rap is here to bury
So duck MC's, I send em to the Pet Semetary
Your whole crew turns chicken when they finish
watchin you die, so please stand by as I fry
You kinda sour so I dip you in some flour
Read my book, it says cook for about an hour
Ring the dinner bell, brain cells are well done
It's time you got a story, don't tell none
So this here is the only I'm sane
so play it Kool ("Cool) or you'll be headin for the deadpool
I play it Kool-er than a band in the North Pole
But I never freeze up or catch a cold
Never stiff, I shoot the gift kinda swift
Try to riff, and you'll needin a facelift
Cause I'm a teacher and a trainer, a preacher and a explainer
World's greatest entertainer
I approach like a coach to the umpire
And like live wire I'ma start a dumb fire
This is Kool G. Rap the Principal of the new school
cause I play it Kool

A fog ov twilight killes paints ov the day
And the tired moon is slowly rising
Wicked light is seeking vermin in the shades
A cold breath leaves sinister signs
Nothing can stop inner shivering
Everything is a sick kaleidoscope
Don't you see your reflection?
Death itself is roaming around
Red roses' petals are everywhere,
The throne's in blood - your throne's in blood!
Your howl is crushing the sky-sphere
A wound ov evil doubt would never heal up
- never heal up!
It's fruit is so heavy bitter creepy
The murkiness lies behind the opened gates
Scarlet kisses will chill an endless pain
Idols are rotating the wheel of revenge
Wild fury is mixing up an enemy and a friend
A stamp ov solitude ate into your core
Wings will droop and sear
The blood call is constant
A scar design will be unwoven
When the luminary drowns in a mist
Others' heartbeats entice you to