abyss, you're not going to have fun Forever is a long time when there ain't nowhere to run Don't want to see you in abyss!
Kylan blev min vn min urskt fr att gmma mig igen I musiken Och Ziggy blev min bror Nr du fann mig satt jag hjlpls vid ett bord jag som nyss fll till
An angel descending from heaven holding the key to the abyss he seized the serpent of old who is the devil and satan Into the abyss sealed bound for a
premonition whiooed angels bleeding fast Seas of infinite plague-tortured slaves begging forgiveness Armies of the dead-dripping in the abyss Warped
as it withers and burns" Still the damned gather here to hail Amidst burning smoke beneath black skies Hellhounds bark at the northern pale view... This is the common abyss
bow to his name. They embrace his darkness and they shall soon ascend in his flames. The beast has been allowed to make war on the saints, and has been
the saint in a glass box And march him around the block Hangin' on the words of a madman Islands in the abyss No use for the poet When the hopeless
overpowered bound is the serpent After millennium of abyss released from confinement Nations deceived, wonder guide, armies assume Saints encircled,
A tragic yet magical fall from grace Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints Free shining
his iron fist again, fist again I've to come tonight, I've come to know the way we are, the way we'll go And to measure this width of the wide abyss
She hears the distant soft caress there in the gloom. Colors surround with tenderness guiding her through. In the forgotten sweet abyss another sound
for the chance to be A better man than the man I see I send the prayer to heaven, lay your hands on me I ain't a saint but to this I swear, I send the
What She Has Given - For What She Has Done As Much Torture And Grief As The Glory And Pleasure She Gave Herself Babylon Has Fallen - The Abyss Is
code receive you do not need to know what you need You will be uplinked to the feed The entrance to the cave is guarded by a statue of Saint Jermaine
Spill, Hey! Spill the blood of rebels They are the terror of hell Flesh, I'm being dead Stopping at nothing to kill Saint, Caught in a moment
A tragic yet magickal fall from grace Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints Free shining
