| Out in the forest, on the grass I lay
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| Reading a volume I bought on eBay
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| The pages are dusty, yellow and old
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| Mystical secrets I’m starting to unfold
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| Warmth, wisdom, gaudium and bliss
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| A trickle of glory springs like the dog piss
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| Shower of gold, non sparkling beverage
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| The low rate of carbohydrates makes me bold…
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| Aaahhh Aaahhh Aaahhh
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| Delizia, primizia, malizia
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| Peperlizia, egizia, immondizia
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| Aaahhh Aaahhh Aaahhh
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| Patrizia, sevizia, letizia
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| Giudizia, Yakuzia, Pomezia
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| Page after page, line after line
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| Delicious taste, excrement of a swine
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| Darky and brown, creamy consistence
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| Enters my mouth, I oppose no resistance
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| Oh Oh Oh
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| Gentile, robusto e fruttato
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| Prelibato e gustoso al palato
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| Oh Oh Oh
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| Caramella, fruittella, Graziella
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| Mozzarella, nutella, Scaramella
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| Blessed be, Karkagnor, with no other term
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| Who forged yummy dishes, but flavoured like sperm
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| Blessed be, Karkagnor, the almighty cook
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| It makes my mouth water, the sight of his book
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| But now, what I see? |
| Cholesterol, lipids in me!
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| Monosaccharides, polysaccharides
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| I’m still longing for thee!
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| Proteinic support is now starting to flee — this is hell!
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| Thanks to your meal I’ve contracted hepatite C
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| Damned be, Karkagnor, and your poisoned food
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| Unhealthy and toxic but nonetheless good
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| Damned be, Karkagnor, you unholy chef
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| Forbidden by both FAO and UNICEF
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| Damned be, Karkagnor, and your poisoned food!
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| Cialda croccante al sapor di pup
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| Damned be, Karkagnor, you unholy Chef!
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| In un mondo di malinconia al caff
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| And where have you been, Kai Hansel my son?
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| And where have you been, my Hanson young man?
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| I’ve been to Sad Donald, mother make my bed soon
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| 'Cos I’m full in the stomach, rest all the afternoon
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| And what did you eat there, Kai Hansel my son?
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| And what did you eat there, Mike Jackson young man?
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| An Unhappy Meal, mother free toilet soon
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| 'Cos my anus is whistling for a shit like the moon
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| And how was the food there, Kai Hansel my son?
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| And how was the food there, Rich' Benson young man?
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| Delicious but cruel, mother dig my grave soon
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| For I’m doomed by Karkagnor’s sick Plexiglas spoon |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Karkagnor's Song - in the Forest , by - Nanowar of Steel. Song from the album Into Gay Pride Ride, in the genre Эпический метал