Howard Allan Stern (born January 12, 1954) is an American radio personality, television host, author, actor and photographer best known for his radio show which was nationally syndicated from 1986 to 2005. He gained wide recognition in the 1990s where he was labeled a "shock jock" for his outspoken and sometimes controversial style. Stern has been exclusive to Sirius XM Radio, a subscription-based satellite radio service, since 2006. The son of a former recording and radio engineer, Stern wished to pursue a career in radio at the age of five. While at Boston University he worked at the campus station WTBU before a brief stint at WNTN in Newton, Massachusetts.
He developed his on-air personality when he landed positions at WRNW in Briarcliff Manor, WCCC in Hartford and WWWW in Detroit. In 1981, he was paired with his current newscaster and co-host Robin Quivers at WWDC in Washington, D.C. Stern then moved to WNBC in New York City in 1982 to host afternoons until his firing in 1985. He re-emerged on WXRK that year, and became one of the most popular radio personalities during his 20-year tenure at the station. Stern's show is the most-fined radio program, after the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) issued fines to station licensees for allegedly indecent material that totaled $2.5 million. Stern has won Billboard's Nationally Syndicated Air Personality of the Year award eight times, and is one of the highest-paid figures in radio.
Jennifer Ann "Jenny" McCarthy (born November 1, 1972) is an American model, comedian, actress, author, activist, and game show host. She began her career in 1993 as a nude model for Playboy magazine and was later named their Playmate of the Year. McCarthy then parlayed her Playboy fame into a successful television and film acting career. Most recently, she has written books about parenting, and has become an activist promoting the claims that vaccines cause autism and that chelation therapy helps cure it—both claims are considered false by the medical community.
McCarthy was born in Evergreen Park, Illinois to a middle-class Catholic family of Polish and Irish descent. She lived in the West Elsdon neighborhood of Chicago. She is the second of four daughters; her sisters are named Lynette, Joanne and Amy. Her cousin is Academy Award-nominated actress Melissa McCarthy of Bridesmaids and Mike and Molly. McCarthy's mother, Linda, was a housewife and courtroom custodian, and her father, Dan McCarthy, was a steel mill foreman.
Jerome Allen "Jerry" Seinfeld (born April 29, 1954) is an American stand-up comedian, actor, writer, and television and film producer, best known for playing a semi-fictional version of himself in the sitcom Seinfeld (1989–1998), which he co-created and co-wrote with Larry David, and, in the show's final two seasons, co-executive-produced.
In his first major foray back into the media since the finale of Seinfeld, he co-wrote and co-produced the film Bee Movie, also taking on the lead role of Barry B. Benson. In February 2010, Seinfeld premiered a reality TV series called The Marriage Ref on NBC. Seinfeld directed Colin Quinn in the Broadway show Long Story Short at the Helen Hayes Theater in New York which ran until January 8, 2011.
Seinfeld is known for specializing in observational humor, often focusing on personal relationships and uncomfortable social obligations. Comedy Central ranked Jerry Seinfeld as one of the twelve greatest stand-up comedians of all time in its four-part special The 100 Greatest Standups Of All Time.
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Open gates of altar for the blind
Release the shoots for darkness
Give up the holy goblet with snakes
Destroy the holy name of church
Mother - your son cuts himself
Suffering the pain, offering the blood to dark
Flowing of blood, compels the men, helpless to feel
Life doesn't spoil, killing yourself, feeling the pain
And big pleasure too
Pleasure to destroy holy name
Blind dead don't found the stream of light
Through could get into dark side
Open the gates of altar, show them their way
'church is too weak to do this'
Your son kills himself for the truth
Which only a few ones want to understand
Destroy holy name of church
Give up holy goblet with your blood
Release the blind for darkness
Destroy the gates of altar
Mother - your son cuts himself
Suffering the pain, offering the blood to dark
Your son kills himself for dead
Prince of darkness was born
To declare on everybody
A black sign of Beast
When furious Beast will wait
Till His hout comes
Brother his own brother will kill
Alive Antichrist' alive
That's enchanted hour
The world was changed into waste'
Into waste
Who will stop His way
That one will choke with one's blood
And He'll rule over the world
And the world will stumble
And source of war
Will carry off the rest lives
Alive Antichrist' Alive
That's enchanted hour
The world was changed into waste'
Into waste
Satan, oro te, reo portas patere
In nomine patris, et filis, et spiritus imundus. Amen
Alive Antichrist
Alive Antichrist
That's enchanted hour
The world was changed into waste'
Into waste
Hell wait for our souls
Evil invited them to it's home
Bodies will get colder and will turn pale like snow
Them will transfix death with painful scythe
Hell waits for our souls-for bloody pains
Hell calls
At the pits which will bodies swallow
Priest under devil's rule will preach majestic sermon
About false god, fucking paradise
About moral, good, that isn't in the world
Hell waits for our souls-for bloody pains
Hell calls
Hell wait for our pains to bear
Satan wait for new souls
Forever in the graves will hear angry laugh
That will torture to death feeble men's mind
Overturned crosses is sticking in the graves
Everywhere around only blackness
Funeral will go by they will be forgotten
Death will bring rest for bodies and pains for soul
Hell waits for our souls-for bloody pains
Affected by magic theatre, drawn into profound, immemorial past
Awaked senses are easily mastered by force, it is radiating
My kind without obstruction, I'm proud I've escaped
Once my bloody legends were silently washed out
Now are ripped again like a healed wounds
Be born for mutilation
Tragic legend pierced my heart
Dreams are tied together with subconsciousness
In painful visions I see death, thirsty for sacrifice
I've moved three ages back
Like a zombie I'm searching for stream of light, that could enliven
I'll try hunger in the night
'This serried, true legend testifies cannibalism'
Be born for mutilation
Tragic legend pierced my heart
Dreams are tied together with subconsciousness
In painful visions I found an answer
My eyes directed at sunset are waiting for curse
Fire running out in the sky, I see sacrifices are crawling in the lane
Full uncontrolling of myself
Seizure of strangers from within
Violence of the mind in the ways of sufferings
Surrender to a call of the labyrinths, incarnation of fear feeling
Affected by magic theatre
Drawn into profound, immemorial past
Like a zombie I'm searching for stream of light
In moonlight I saw my black shadow
Silently creeping through cursed earth, bringing fear and anxiety
My way through the dust, through the blackened ashes
Cold ashes, once former bodies, through laughter turned into tears.
What does jester's mask hide
Oh, it's touch of evil
Revenge of cursed tyrants
In the name of evil incarnation
Suddenly rising wind is streaming black flags which are bringing death
Do you fell how blood is freezing and cold of night is blowing into heart?
Calm yourself ' I'll take you to theatre of my dreams
Under a colored jester's mask beyond the seven gates of hell
I'm calling north wind and red glow of fire
I'm inviting universal evil and lord of the dark
I hear already rising laughter from the graves of eternal tyrants
I see brimmer full of blood, only fire and blood
Somewhere in time my hardening eyes are burning black fire
In transaction with fallen angel, in ages under jester's mask
My performance is still not over ' give me hand ' it's time for us to wander
Devilish laughter is still moving lips ' let me again into my bloody theatre
Do you hear me? - yes, do you hear me? - yes,
Breathing the stench of death
Release soul from monotony of choked life
I am and I'll stay in the attraction of the dark
It's only space of rest
Tracks of peculation, pain of ceremonies
See the look of the beast
Which is dissecting you alive
Chosen way into the pulsing fire
Burning senses prompt the danger
I'm not afraid of the pain, it's the custom
Bloody sunset, I'm killing myself again
Like I'm beaten through with nails
I stay in quad of hysteria
Ripping the angel's heart I find the hidden truth
Anxiety in my heart during pain of ceremonies
Roots of all evil taken deep into the man
Like roots of trees into the ground
I'm living in surroundings which rule
I'm going into pushing fire
Into promptly growing temptations
All my sins before you
Look into my eyes and this will suffice
Living in surroundings which hold my bloody soul
Ripping the angel's heart I find the hidden truth
Those tracks of peculation pain of ceremonies
I'm going into pulsing fire
Elects are roaming in my eyes
Forever died away mother's flame in my eyes
Heart is full, of unopened tragical cards
Time will move me into darkest place of space
Coffin - could couch of my future
Earth - eternal bed of my future
I touched the abyss with my senses
I left the loop it must have been done
I'm kissing black lady's hand
Feeling dead traits of deity I want go out
Maybe it's in imagination
I hear breathing of demons - is mixing into solid uproar
I wish eternal burden will find the labyrinths of eternity
I shuffled cards of life and I'll not return this way
Father Satan insists to learn not of obey blindly
Play from bloody music wonderful melody of suicide
I'm kissing black lady's hand
Feeling dead traits of deity I want go out
Maybe it's in imagination
I see threshold of dark stumbled souls
Accumulated strength flowing down together with blood
And only now my suffers are born at seven gates
I hear the moaning, dead mother's voice
In labyrinth of mind is going on fight for control
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, goats are waiting with pride
Demon's wind drives souls down with vortices
In the night of Halloween devils rule has no boundaries
Waters turn into blood, bread into stone
Hungry beast looks for new sacrifice
Halloween-celebration of the dead
Halloween-celebration of the dead
Terribly fury of the ghosts-this night is assigned for them
Who not found rest and scorned treasures of paradise
Cross goes down into depths of hell
Devils spit with sulphur turns into ashes
Halloween-celebration of the dead
Demon's howl
Helloween-scorn of the cross
Celebration of the dead
Keep Black Mess cursted priests
Sacrifice is offered to honour name of Evil
Lost meaning here christians word
Halloween's night-it's devil's gift for us
Halloween-celebration of the dead
Demon's howl
Helloween-scorn of the cross
Celebration of the dead
Way to the darkness in that we go
Death touches us with icy hand
We'll suffer implacable pain
We'll feel a torment, we'll see the death
Dead souls surround us
We die, return to life and continue to live
Sins, that nobody from us unscaped them yet
There aren't ways out-way of fate is one
Way to the darkness
Way to the dark
To the dark
Silver star will pass over the sky
And her light will show the way to the death
Everything we'll have dear to us
We'll leave and we'll decay in the black ground
Way to the darkness
Way to the dark
To the dark
Our spirits will live eternally
Not looking to it that our bodies already are dying
The other world is waiting there yet
There, where darkness is ruling over everything
Way to the darkness
Way to the dark
To the dark
When the candles aready lighted
Drinking of blood violates the mind
Caller out come through the shadows at twelve
Bring the stench of sacrifice's rot
When the candles already lighted
Insanity lights upthe roots of my pains
Satan renovates forces
Climbing up the walls, roars
In this time ripping yourself till the blood
Pales eyes flooded with tears
Now ate seeing only burning crosses at the church
When the candles already lighted
And were consumed doses for insanity
Mind slaves of deads
When the candles already lighted
I'm seeing what will you maybe never to see
I'm calling for my forefather souls 'I know it's hard to hear last words
Slow rot inside of alive let the madfall just into the suffer
All cursed lives are bleeding, it's quit, when you know you're dying
I just want to raise the glass of blood, because my real feast is just
beginning
Designated for eternity
I'm looking for fate in darker places
I know ' my cross will keep my soul
In the cursed home' I believe
Life is inevitable heaviness of death, all those dreams are this point of
insanity
Separated from the pain, you're feeling destruction of jail
Incarnation in the dark, immortality form real body
Raise the glass of blood for me, with my real feast is just beginning
I'm dying in the night, in grips of dark
I'll remain alive only through death
Through insomnia liberated temptations
I have lived like an angel, I'll die like the devil
I'm calling for my forefather souls 'I know, it's hard to hear last words
Slow rot inside of alive let the madfall, just into the suffer
Feeling the growing pain on maze ways, I have gone into the entrails of dark
Martyring unreal flesh for conscience sake, closing my eyes for the last
painful temptations
Blood-stained cross rouses my tornments
Blood-stained soul, I must bear a rage of fire
Life is quad, which you want to shun
Starting on a doomsday
Blind children, they can't see the light
They were born in the night
Somewhere is death, there's home there full of joy
Brain is spurted out interrupted words, pricked eyes
Burned wings, burned hearts
Only smoke will write in heaven words
Blind
God is blind
God is blind
Live corpses, are shiver with cold
They're died of starvation
A suicide in the loop-somebody see all, but spit upon him
Killed baby-mother is screaming
And father's quietly standing
Soils on the coffin are writing the words
Blind
God is blind
God is blind
All towns're died of starvation, died of starvation
Goggled eyes are watching to the axe of fate
Which is brandish
They lost their foots and freezing in the ice
They want to move
Shaving heads, dazed eyes are looking ti idol
Glasses strew on the asphalt
They're writing the words-god is blind
They're innocent-they where born during a war
They were killed duting a peace
They're innocent-they were burned on the fite
For a small truth
We are doomed to born like criples
And to die by mistake
We are free to laugh and to howl,
And patiently to repeat the words
Blind
God is blind
God is blind