Warm sun shining through seagulls wings
Makes mottled patterns upon the sea
Transparent fames in feathered flight
Bound for infinity
I am near you »
Bound for Infinity
Da Capo
by Renaissance
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Crawling with crusteaceans
And discoloured disease
Walk the beat eat the meat
Load upon mottled lips
Mouth dried and crustified
Like face »
Street Trash
Tormented
by Abscess
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the discoloration is becoming red,
due to the pressure of the decomposed blood,
Body surface is mottled,
red, green, brown the eyes bulge,
and the tongue swells »
Chronological Order Of Putrefaction
The Berzerker
by The Berzerker
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Autumn leaves are flying,
(each a baby's brittle boat),
The season's dying,
(Winter's mottled pigeon throat)
Sings the coo-cool air,
The old »
Vernoona
Moo, You Bloody Choir
by Augie March
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Where forest stream went through the wood
And silent all the stems there stood
Of tall trees, moveless, hanging dark
With mottled shadows on their »
Land of the Dead
Oath Bound
by Summoning
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Augsburg eagle 109
Mottled battle dress
Lifting-off climbing up high
Der scwarm lined up abreast
Cutting through the ice cold air
On wings »
109
Destroyer of Worlds
by Bathory
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on the northern gale, swept away in a sea.a sea of black (ash)
Ash to ash, and so the path is mottled in the cooling night
The slaggy trail of scoria atop »
Quicksilver to Ash
The Continuum Hypothesis
by Epoch of Unlight
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fig tree (Chorus: In my little fig tree)
Where I long to be from all misery, yeah yeah yeah yea
Now ever man is a man and every mickle make a mottle »
Fig Tree
Blackheart Man
by Bunny Wailer
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rendered complete.
The mottle blue heavens now
gather in whispers, to wait for the encore.
A black cloudless sheet. »
Crux of the Message
Folkemon [11 Tracks]
by Skyclad
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Old Blue Ford
Music & Lyrics by Delma Carl Suggs
The paint is faded
On this old mottled skin,
With bubbles of rust
Pushing up from within. »
Old Blue Ford
The Prime Meridian
by Del Suggs
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and he smells obscene
Something's happened and it's not so good
broken bottles in the face of love
Mottled flesh under the harsh strip-light
Nylon »
Aborigine
Masters of the Universe
by Pulp
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mold-mottled dead, dank innards blackly acoil with nests of slithering things!
Ghosts aglide upon the eldritch seas, unfathomed voyage to ascendency, »
Arcana Antediluvia
The Chthonic Chronicles
by Bal-Sagoth
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Wasn't it you who wanted life alone
You must be crazy (you must him mottle)
To still want to be my lady
You must be crazy (mm)
To still want to be my »
Heartbreak Suzie
Boombastic
by Shaggy
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a mottled skin, I know, I asked his wife
(Very curious)
A priest beneath his cassock has a penis just the same
Some call the hypothalamus the penis »
The Penis Song
Folktronic
by Momus
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