's clarity, blood streaming out of the underground (as we pass). Corpse of the weak, floating in pieces throughout the coast, invincible hunters of death
The master above all masters they claimed and then others claimed for their master... Death will come. The parade which describes the unearth, forever
will, will demanding a kill. Your blood shall be shed, my steel you will dread. Insanity reigns as I rip off your head. Into the abyss of death you will
there's clarity, blood streaming out of the underground (as we pass). Corpse of the weak, floating in pieces throughout the coast, invincible hunters of death
dark, silenced only by a murder of crows. Another victim made sacrifice. Blood spilt on the throne as before. Cult obscure, genitalia facemasks; Clad in blood
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This triangle, for what use ? Colours no longer exist. Sick minds erased them. Lack of respect for humanity. We walk away from this process that makes
I reinforce the machinery playing with your mind, manage to climb all the way to the leader. Environment of perfection will never drift by the reason
more. Waiting for the dead to show. I will see them burn in their own flames. I will hunt them down with their own sword. I will spill their blood in
As i crawl through the mud I felt this aim of blood, the old taste of blood screaming inside me. Longing to awake me, telling me to take it, to make
, rivers red, blood in ice, plague Signs of disease, rivers red, blood in ice, plague Signs of disease, rivers red, blood welcoming our death
the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the steel Come to Compton, I got stripes for real Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed Like 'Pac before the Death
gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the steel Come to Compton, I got stripes for real Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal, I was almost killed Like 'Pac before the Death
The blood runs black through heavens shell Declare the witches dance Nothing shall suffice The souls of Christ Drag him through the whores! Come on... Come
planet earth, my elysium fields drenched with the blood of misery and battles. Time to take revenge on them, time to poison the worlds they build. Blood
combat zone Supreme power on the throne Lightning strikes in every home Terrified men run down the street So many dead bodies, it's hard to eat Come,
shall rivers blood-red flow Before North bestows it's wintry frost the ancient kings stand tall Harbingers of plague they are the spawn of ancient gods They claim the throne
