?s doomed to a life in shade.. Feels so small He?s so shattered, poor and cold.. Tears in his eyes He?s like a withered rose All that?s left is a hungry
He?s doomed to a life in shade.. Feels so small He?s so shattered, poor and cold.. Tears in his eyes He?s like a withered rose All that?s left is a hungry
to come Maniacal screams, a suicide pact, a lasting tone it rings The so-called crazed dead, the final heartbeat ends Dying, this coven's gone, at peace now, for all
music, turned it way down low Lovey, dovey softies fi get the right flow Lay out mi negligee weh have the red glow And after all a that the wretch never
to a boil Somewhere between the living and the deceased We gag on the feast of our grotesqueries Too consumed by consumption to see our own ends We're all
die by my hand Battle cry blood stains upon his chest Endless, eternal pain Thousands die for a king Wretched, weary souls Raging battle never ends
...and as we entered the gate to where all mortal ends, he just disappeared among the daimons and fiends. Within the abyss I've felt my power grow, power
light And out of sight you pay in mental decay A wretched fate At the point of no return Doomed to rot Into the darkest of deaths It all ends here
to follow orders Dilettantes of war, torn apart Send them all to be slaughtered, standard training set In a dark, distant, foreign shit hole, wretched
I Am Lost, Far From The Cross You Stand Before, Filled With Lust, We Are All Filled With Lust, We Want This Whore, Impale Your Flesh, Draped In Darkness
It all began with the bright light The bright light and the noise The chaos of the senses And the scream of desire Touchin' and bein' touched A million
The way out of suffering Is the only flame which drives me I leave no heir I destroy all that I was I take away in silence All these armies in abyss
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your sons and daughters before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the
on some music turned it way down low, lovey dovey softies fi get the right flow Lay out mi neglige weh have the red glow, and after all a that the wretch
go out with his friends, He has to jam and shot in the ends, Shot in the ends, shot in the ends, Another little kid gets shot in the ends, Everybody
I-Ina Di Ghetto) Where there's no congestion charge But to roll through my hood there's a section pass I.e to travel these ends There must be family,
die by my hand Battle cry Blood stains upon his chest Endless Eternal Pain Thousands die for a king Wretched Weary souls Raging battle never ends Hatred
