a fitting tribute to the new and dark and millennium, resurrected the Anti-Christ because he knows the time is short... The dark prophetic poems has been accurate before
real bad boy this year - Scrooge A giant shadow re-emerges with scythe in hand who is the reaper with the snow-white tan - Scrooge repeating nightmares, he comes, he sows, he reaps The Christmas
A funeral procession encircles the globe, reflecting the tragic signs how black is the planet in 2001, we burn the electric sun Monsieur Nostradamus,
Enchanted I'd seek thee I froze in front of these carefully carved sculptures. As if by a magic stroke with a bite so cold it burns on nightfall I saw
Like Nostradamus I foresee - a world of pain and misery I'm Notre Damus from Paris - sightseer, hear it's elegy save me, save me According to what he
"They broke an old tradition, because the new millennium rearranged a celebration they all enjoyed, yet there's a costume contest Who'd draw the ace
...and as I was following the trail of blood in the snow, it led me further and further into a forest, that seemed to be beckoning me. The winterland
Surprise! Help me blow out the candles? - isn't that what you meant who brings the nicest presents gets my dead presidents don't wish me happy birthday