In my dream I woke up in Jamaica speakin Spanish The night the earth cried when the good ship arrived Blood on the shores transformed to Crimson Tide
your dreams It seems like yesterday, can't you hear the screams? Heartless soldier, the crimson martyr Can't atone your own disgrace Find your own death
spirit of death she is destined to dance at the tombs of the dead in love with the spirit of death she embraces the darkness and beauty of funerals death
wolves howled at the moon That chilly autumn night And cold winds whispered through The scattered leaves When the first light from A late, yet crimson
return The moment we intertwined On the shores of misery Washed by crimson tide Blood is what unites Crimson twins we are Blood is what unites Our darkened hearts Death
behind the crimson door while the winter sings Your love will be the death of me, death of me Your love will be the death of me Death served wine for
ripping flesh from screaming heads i lust to see the agony of death inside my hands dark satanic slaughter soaks the blood in which i bathe disemboweled
gold Groomed for doom, the face of death looms Your suffering sweet soul I've consumed The sun disappears, the clouds are stained The heavens bleed tears of crimson
unholy crimson rains from the darkest depths of hell fall into this wretched dungeon where god's first angel fell the rats feeding on the corpses ignore
[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey] Scalpels cleave and reave though crimson rivulets Weaving their cold and malignant minuets Carving out funereal figures
Step by step, death by death The end draws closer breath by breath An ichor-stained fate from which you won`t be spared The crimson labyrinth in which
The BLOODY MESS!!!! I can't help, but look I can't help, but stare!! Razor blades slicing, and jabbing, And ripping Crimson intestinal eye-slashing death
, you can kill me, death by you would be divine Tell me that you're gonna be my crimson love girl Beat me till I bleed now, please my crimson love girl
my fists just like this when I'm mobbin' I killed the last, killed the ass with my ninety-five drive I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga
me and what might yet be. where nameless things crawl with echoing screams, from them, to me you flee my child. a sinner I shall always be, for death
poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Polititians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty first century schizoid man. Death
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments if death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart