Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fanden ta dette hull! , by - Kvelertak. Song from the album Splid, in the genre Release date: 13.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Kvelertak, Rise
Song language: Norwegian
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fanden ta dette hull! , by - Kvelertak. Song from the album Splid, in the genre Fanden ta dette hull!(original) |
| Halslenka og livgjord |
| Treve kilo jern på slep |
| I helvetes forgård |
| Har kagstrygingå satt sitt preg |
| Hans siste time he komme, for seint te å gjør någe med |
| Kan bare takka seg sjøl for det her, men kå hjelpe vel det |
| Tampen på pisken |
| Ein alen lang |
| Innsmurt med tjæra |
| Dryles fallen mann |
| Oljelampå kaste et lysskjær |
| Over ein halvdaue sjel |
| På håndå stenne tri bokstava |
| Tatovert EOT |
| Hans siste time he komme, for seint te å gjør någe med |
| Kan bare takka seg sjøl, ånei, koss havna han her? |
| Angrande, tynga ner i lenka |
| Fora på brød og vann |
| For evig tid vansmekta |
| Vokternes spyttklyser |
| Ingen livsgnist der å spora |
| Apatien har tatt overhånd |
| Denna straffen må han tåla |
| Aua for aua, tann for tann |
| Mørket falt |
| Natten kom |
| Som en venn |
| Tok hans hånd |
| Mot et mål |
| Uten krav |
| Ingen Gud |
| Ingen grav |
| Byberg, den jævelen |
| Får aldri nok |
| Bade i gryn |
| Men med brødet bakt av bark |
| Tjenestejentå |
| Får aldri et takk |
| Jobbe og slite, men e alltid blakk, huh! |
| Bibelsprengt asketikar |
| Livsglede-alergikar! |
| Ruge på pengan! |
| hu klekke ut ein slibrig plan |
| Kakkas i skallen |
| Hengas på låven |
| Gamlingen kverkas |
| Formuen knabbas |
| Ough! |
| Gjøymt i løå |
| Lektehammer |
| Tau og løkka |
| Kjenn det strammer |
| Må flykta langt vekk her i fra |
| For i Løten vente bøddelen |
| Har bare et sted her igjen han kan dra |
| Hvis han fortsatt e velkommen |
| Snart gløyme han alt han gjorde då |
| Når han framfor gården stenne |
| Heile Stavanger er et vidåpent sår |
| Det stinke haugianarblod… |
| Ni menn går dystert opp i fjellet |
| Som det var jordeferd |
| Og Gjøken gale, månen lyse |
| Opp Tagholdts skjulte verd |
| Vigelandsvannet kjeme nærmar |
| Sjå, det e spinnerfall |
| Og heile juninottå skjelve |
| Byfogden har tatt sin mann |
| Åran gikk |
| Knoklan stod |
| For folk og fe |
| Som attraksjon |
| Venta mer enn |
| Hundre år |
| På å bli senka |
| I vigsla jord |
| (translation) |
| Necklace and waistband |
| Thirty kilos of iron in tow |
| In the courtyard of hell |
| Has kagstrygingå made its mark |
| His last hour he come, too late tea to do anything with |
| Can only thank myself for this, but can help it |
| The butt of the whip |
| An old long |
| Lubricated with tar |
| Dryles fallen man |
| Oil lamp cast a glow |
| Over a half-dead soul |
| On hand stone three letters |
| Tattooed EOT |
| His last hour he come, too late tea to do anything with |
| Can only thank himself, no, koss he ended up here? |
| Regret, weigh down in link |
| Forums on bread and water |
| Forever mourning |
| The guards' saliva |
| No spark of life there to track |
| Apathy has taken over |
| He must endure this punishment |
| Aua for aua, tooth for tooth |
| Darkness fell |
| The night came |
| As a friend |
| Took his hand |
| Towards a goal |
| No requirements |
| No God |
| No grave |
| Byberg, that bastard |
| Never get enough |
| Bath in groats |
| But with the bread baked of bark |
| Maid service |
| Never get a thank you |
| Work and struggle, but e always broke, huh! |
| Bible-blasted ascetic |
| Joy of life allergy sufferer! |
| Hatch on the money! |
| hu klekke ut ein slibrig plan |
| Kakkas in the skull |
| Hang on to the barn |
| The old man chokes |
| The fortune is tight |
| Ough! |
| Hidden in the shed |
| Play hammer |
| Rope and loop |
| Feel it tighten |
| Must flee far away from here |
| For in Løten wait the executioner |
| Have only one place here left he can go |
| If he is still welcome |
| Soon he forgets everything he did then |
| When he in front of the yard stone |
| The whole of Stavanger is a wide-open wound |
| It stinks haugianar blood… |
| Nine men go up the mountain gloomily |
| As it was burial |
| And the cuckoo crazy, the moon bright |
| Up Tagholdt's hidden value |
| Vigelandsvannet is approaching |
| Look, there's a spinner fall |
| And the whole June night trembled |
| The mayor has taken her husband |
| The year passed |
| The bone stood |
| For people and animals |
| As an attraction |
| Wait more than |
| One hundred years |
| On being lowered |
| In consecrated land |
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