Coordinates: 51°29′11″N 0°06′39″E / 51.4864°N 0.1109°E / 51.4864; 0.1109
Abbey Wood is a district of South-East London, England, located mostly in the Royal Borough of Greenwich, and partly within the London Borough of Bexley. It is situated 9.3 miles (15 km) east of Charing Cross.
The district takes its name from Lesnes Abbey Woods, located to the east.
The Abbey of St Mary and St Thomas the Martyr at Lesnes (or Lesnes Abbey) was founded in 1178 by Richard de Luci, Chief Justiciar of England. The Abbott of Lesnes Abbey was an important local landlord, and took a leading part in draining the marshland. However, this and the cost of maintaining river embankments was one of the reasons given for the Abbey's chronic financial difficulties. It never became a large community, and was closed by Cardinal Wolsey in 1525, under a licence to suppress monasteries of less than seven inmates. It was one of the first monasteries to be closed after the Dissolution of the Monasteries in 1524, and the monastic buildings were all pulled down, except for the Abbott's Lodging. Henry Cooke acquired the site in 1541 and it eventually passed to Sir John Hippersley who salvaged building materials, before selling the property to Thomas Hawes of London in 1632. It was then bequeathed to Christ's Hospital in 1633.
Ghost of Mother
Lingering death
Ghost on Mother's bed
Black strands on the pillow
Contour of her health
Twisted face upon the head
Ghost of perdition
Stuck in her chest
A warning no one read
Tragic friendship
Called inside the fog
Pouring venom brew deceiving
Devil cracked the earthly shell
Foretold she was the one
Blew hope into the room and said:
"You have to live before you die young"
Holding her down
Channeling darkness
Hemlock for the Gods
Fading resistance
Draining the weakness
Penetrating inner light
Road into the dark unaware
Winding ever higher
Darkness by her side
Spoke and passed her by
Dedicated hunter
Waits to pull us under
Rose up to its call
In his arms she'd fall
Mother light received
And a faithful servant's free
In time the hissing of her sanity
Faded out her voice and soiled her name
And like marked pages in a diary
Everthing seemed clean that is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Decide what is clear and what's within a haze
What you should take and what to give
Ghost of perdition
A saint's premonition's unclear
Keeper of holy hordes
Keeper of holy whores
To see a beloved son
In despair of what's to come
If one cut the source of the flow
And everything would change
Would conviction fall
In the shadow of the righteous
The phantasm of your mind
Might be calling you to go
Defying the forgotten mortals
I have often told you stories
About the way
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me love me
And I would surely stay
Now I feel I'm growing older
And only songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be...
A soldier of fortune
Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wandered without you
Those days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here
Now I feel I'm growing older
And only songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be...
A soldier of fortune
I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be
The memories that now,
Rest in this forest
Forever shadowing,
The sunrise of my heart,
Wings leave their nest at my coming,
Swaying away to the cold glowing sky.
Dreaming away for a while,
My spirit sighs in peace,
Gazing unto the stars,
Please,
Take me there.
I am so alone,
So cold,
My heart is to scarred to glow.
I wish the sunrise to come,
Take my soul,
From this cold,
Lonely shell,
The sun don't shine
The moon don't move the tides
to wash me clean
Sun don't shine
The moon don't move the tides
To wash me clean
Why so unforgiving and why so cold?
Been a long time crossing
The bridge of sighs
Cold wind blows
The gods look down in anger
On this poor child
Cold wind blows
Gods look down in anger
On this poor child
Why so unforgiving and why so cold?
Been a long time crossing
The sigh of summer upon my return
Fifteen alike since I was here
Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail
Snuffing the first morning rays
Weary from what might have been ages
Still calm with my mind at peace
Would I prosper or fall, Drain the past
The lapse of the moment took its turn
I was foul and tainted, Devoid of faith
Wearing my death-mask at birth
The hands of God, Decrepit and thin
Cold caress and then nothing
I was taken away from my plight
A treason bestowed to the crowd
Branded a jonah with fevered blood
Ungodly freak, Defiler
Pale touch, Writhing in the embers
Damp mud burning in my eyes
All the faces turned away
And all would sneer at my demise
Outcast with dogmas forged below
Seared and beaten, Banished from where I was born
No mercy would help me on my way
In the pouring rain nothing is the same
Vows in ashes
I pledge myself to no-one
Seethed and spiteful
All shudder at the call of my name
If you'll bear with me
You'll fear of me
There is no forgiveness in these eyes
For any of you but one
Dispel the mist for now
Melinda is the reason why I've come
She is waterdrops over the pyre
A thistle in my hands
Stained and torn, Aged and brown
Virtuous shell with kindred innocence
I awoke from the miasma
Passing swiftly through the moor
This is here, Waters stir
And in the distance all that was lost
If you'll bear with me
You'll fear of me
You'd never leave me to
A lifeline in a drop of blood
A dying wish shun a God
Sought a dream inside the light
Finally relieved from plight
O this night is deceiveing
One eternal Winter
Earth below and reeling
Moon is riding high
Father and a liar
One forgotten season
Secrets in the mire
Moor is riding high
Aligning
A name inside a memory
Waiting for you
When words can't win her
There is nothing to do
Save your children
Drenched in poverty
Tracks in the snow
The deceased awake from beyond their sleep.
Search for blood and mortal meat.
Maggots crawl out from their eyes.
Feel their pain, it's mournful cries.
Pull your veins, tear out your heart.
Consume the blood, feast on flesh.
Torn apart, intestines scattered.
Alimentary canal ripped and shattered.
Pieces of your body eaten.
Painful death as time stands still.
Where your mind bursts in torture.
Feel your soul be torn apart.
Demons crawling through your system.
Hell has risen, the gods of pain.
Rip your skin, burn your bones.
Internal organs torn and drained.
Smell of flesh burnt to ashes.
Cries of death from hell.
Pain is all you revolve around.
Where the souls of Satan's grounds.
Rooms of eternal torture, reveal endurance of endless pain.
Disintegrating mortals, bodies burn.
There you feel the hellish torture.
Hellish torment, brutal butchering.
I got my eyes
I got my eyes on you
There's no one else
And there's no one else in this room
When I've some fun
When I've some fun
Dancing in the mood
When the morning comes
And when the morning comes
I'll be close to you (x2)
Forget it, the thing you have
Baby what you are?
Let the DJ plays the night
Cause the music so is right
When I with you
I got my eyes
I got my eyes on you
There's no one else
And there's on one else in this room
When I've some fun
When I've some fun
Dancing in the mood
When the morning comes
When the morning comes…
Forget it thing you have
Baby what you are?
Let the DJ plays the night
The music is playing laugh all right 'til the
Morning light
And I feel you
I got my eyes
I got my eyes on you
There's no one else
And there's no one else in this room
When I've some fun
When I've some fun
Dancing in the mood
When the morning comes
When the morning comes I'll be close to you
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Men aldrig fr djupt
Sjunk ner i
Den vrld du har supt
Jag vet du
Blev dumpad igr
Av mig
Det hr r vad jag freslr:
Chorus:
Skaffa ett liv
Kp dig en drr
In genom vrlden
Du aldrig sg frr
Skriv en lt
Till Jabba Hot
Och slu
ta se fram emot
Den dag d jag gtt
Frstr du
Att jag blev sur
P dj
I ur skur
En spruta
Dk upp varje dag
Du blev med
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