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dinsdag 24 april 2012 om 22:26
dinsdag 24 april 2012 om 22:37
Darkness falls across the land
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y`awl`s neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse`s shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y`awl`s neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse`s shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
dinsdag 24 april 2012 om 22:38
quote:giuliettacapuletti schreef op 24 april 2012 @ 22:37:
Darkness falls across the land
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y`awl`s neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse`s shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
Darkness falls across the land
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y`awl`s neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse`s shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
dinsdag 24 april 2012 om 22:39
quote:blijhoofd schreef op 24 april 2012 @ 22:21:
Yesssssssss... Thans allemaal.. ik had een weddenschap met een mede forumster,we waren in ons melige bui.en ik moest 150 reacties hebben binnen een uur! en dat is me mooi gelukt,vandaar zo'n topic Nu word mijn ticket betaalt en gaan we samen naar NEW YORK.
Van hárte kind!
Lekker makkelijk verdiend.
Yesssssssss... Thans allemaal.. ik had een weddenschap met een mede forumster,we waren in ons melige bui.en ik moest 150 reacties hebben binnen een uur! en dat is me mooi gelukt,vandaar zo'n topic Nu word mijn ticket betaalt en gaan we samen naar NEW YORK.
Van hárte kind!
Lekker makkelijk verdiend.
