Out here there are no stars No heroes to be sung This infinity has no smell This heaven has no hell THAT'S WHAT WE ARE- IMMACULATE GOD IS REACHING OUT
we need a doctor. they're coming in through the windows and breaking through all the boards i nailed up. they look like they've been through hell and
Intertwining miserableness Consuming grace now darkening Ever dimming light of holiness Forever now extinguished Abomination infesting and molding Realms
[Music: Christian / Lyrics: Efthimis] "Forcing" now your life For ending it up in the sky In the kingdom of your god Far from earth's "trap" Face now
To look across the haords The throngs of intolerance Mans fate realized in hate The day love was hanged. Of all great sins salvation in paradox Salvation
What the fuck? Put your teeth to the curb, cuz right now I'm gonna stomp your fucking face in I hope you drown in all the cum you fucking swallow, to
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress
In the daylight, comes darkness, on the verge of Night a fear is born, Sweeter than the dream, the reality of you, Immaculate, deception. From the spirit
Sixteen years of age. The suburb sets the scene. Sixteen years of rage withheld and concealed. Doors locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins. Preparations
The hunger dressed alone Ten years have gone and past A vision of carnival Dark days Immaculate Search the town of millions of smiling clowns Red cat
[Famke Janssen (Lord of Illusions):] "Flesh is a trap. That's what he used to say. Flesh is a trap. And magic sets us free." [Ikon the Verbal Hologram
Speak of the son. No father brings the holy one. From cloven hoofs to claws to thorns, his rise to power has begun. Among your thieves, there lays another
Mother Mary, won't you tell me Who is this great creator? Can I ask him? \"Where did you meet her?\" \"Was she your everything?\" Maybe somewhere down
Praise my immaculate skin complexion. Cherish these symmetrical features. I maintain my poise on this pedestal. If looks could kill, my charms would
[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath] [lyrics - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath] The colon explodes with diarrheal sepsis Anal leakage ecstactically
Remember... A last present, will you care about it Take it in memory of our broken romance For you what only remains is diamond dust Blown in the air
Can you feel us rising, from the depths of Hades we rise We come in raging fury to slake your sorry lives We hate everything you stand for and all those