And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning. And you and I reach over the sun for the river. And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement
[Devil] Hello my children, hahahaha, gather 'round I got somethin' that I wanna say to you I think it's about time we over come these fucked up rules
[Mr. Shadow] If your ass wants to live another day Get the fuck out of my way when I lyricly slay Bring it on all my foes Mr. Shadow be the one killing
From the Album: * Paradise in distress I've been faster Than my own shadow I've been colder Than a icepick you know What really matters Is a heart of
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Private Apocalypse No more tears Apocalypse Are you afraid Devils dance their psychotic waltz By the sound of your pumping heart Your daemons rape your
When I see the hands of thunder crawling in the night, evil's dream around the creatures (is) waiting for its time. Now the beast trusts your sorrow
Yeah, I was looking out my window now When I heard this sounds, looked up into the sky Saw the moon turn to blood, looked at my little brother Said, "
For every scar A lesson learned Heed the word hear the cries Four horseman at my door Your mistake Killed all my problems so fuck your solutions Evil
Anyone who has intelligence, may interpret the number of the beast. It's a man's number. This number is 666.
Apocalypse, apocalypse The war was lost, swords turned to rust Suddenly there was a great light Wrath of Gods shining bright Deadly rain from the sky
When you feel like a written off actor on Deadwood About to get fed to the pigs When that preacher's bustin' hell, plastin' just cowbells Marks itself
Now that the virgin bitch breastfeads death and the winds smell strong of the dragons breath And all the stars fall down like fuckin' rain of fire there
Second Nocturne Deus in adiutorium meum intende. O Domine, Te ipsum luce velans, Prodis ex alis ventorum. O Domine, Exaudieus omnes preces, Admitte precationes
Burning are the skies, blinding is sun, the Evil work is being done The sea turned red, the land is warm - see the omens of the final storm Biting wind
Architects of the apocalypse Architects of the apocalypse Greed and addiction drowned their pity Washed away their thoughts of compassion and regret
...since I was a child, I saw my own way. and god was not a part of it. I am so sick of hearing you preach about heaven all this bull shit about paradise
Burning cities Rotting bodies Random killing Corpses burning Sickening plagues Living decay Charcoaled bodies Flesh is rotting Baron wastelands Millions