about Timo Rautiainen and Jarkko Martikainen from Timo Rautiainen's band; A pastor of the religion YouTube - Timo Rautiainen - Uskonnonpastori Have to shout it out: i can't to speak no more quietly. I am even of it mind that this spirit seems of the devil. Get up, you who falter/quaver! Get up, you who scare and be shy. Go, run and go: faith makes just of it, what can't make. Mercy is a expletive, when wrong man is by speaker. He tell about ruthless message of the mercy. This is like show, where possessed of a devil plays clergyman. We are in the same boat, and not find dowel/tap to the bottom. Pick up your "machine" and go away, cause your power get binds here and now. Your power is under our leg, your hand broken, head get crushed. The love is expletive, when wrong man is by speaker. Build up no-love message of the love. This is like a show, where possessed of a devil plays clergyman. We are in the same boat, and not find dowel/tap to the bottom. Soon we all go mad/crazy, now puts your finger to the panicbutton! Thereby here we are... Go damn finding to clergyman! Another lyric, here; Red line dash YouTube - Timo Rautiainen - Punainen viiva And is abot luck and gladness yet; of the days has get pack much... But what do you reply, when to ask, that how much? About luck;your luck is at your hand in here short moment where the summer has disappear... Autumn for the winter deflects now. And is one quite at the start but other is already in the end: tears in his lame vigor/power, towards about grey he plods. Now you can wishes your goodbye and also accepts, that the terrain swallow it what generated and not will restore. Of that moment coming we remember of it; we remember the lost, dead, who already had take from there to the arms of the dark. We remember of it inevitability; most loving human the name of the all to disappear. A line dash to has pull of it over. The death goes here above the world, makes to achievements our group: gives our time to tick by, until our departure to defines. And is about luck and gladness yet of the days is has get pack much... Off of them to has take, but how much stay? ------ Here is CMX's lyric; The rust hey look how quietly all goes but these years is shorts and when the moon and sun are together in the sky i pick up all on the yard out and i burn and the books and papers maybe also piece of furnitures and memories all the lies which does come on the way/road of the life all good what stymies/hampers to seeing it it's a rust smoke take a contact to the ruin you know from what it feels warms up hands burn-out homes in the ash hey look how quietly rains again dust on the years maybe this hands of the murder to finds the head that strokes and feels the stress of the world it's a rust ------ CMX-Kain A north blows, take off a mind of the clothes and of the bad luck's splinters the mirror had agglutinated it there freezes, your mute picture it witness by become serious all again once about fastidiously security to ascertain/find and you did anyhow to blows a strong wind against figures of human to spits about frozen fire of their stomach when by hands opened will, hope at best and finally one morning coming get in front of gate which leads to the emptiness, doom not flows anything, all freezes not shows a membrane of the water than about dark and a figure, which goes alone to freezen alone goes, alone of it stay but what's a will, what's a desires or mystery, magic, puts you moving who you listen, if anyone child this world is your justice about cruel/cold, your cold eyes the look midflight to stops for you we protects, mental bullied souls our self-mental bullied witnesses for you we protects, your name always we swears champ of the cruelty/coldness.