[Music written by Marco Kehren/DEINONYCHUS Lyrics by Shane davison]. . My words fell with such silence, as I watched the blood slowely weep from open.
I've worked my fingers to the bone. They're blistered red raw. Don't know where else to turn or go. Or what to do anymore! I can't afford this hollow place.
Take down the bridges, don't let them through. They're coming and they're bearing gifts for you. Bring on our future now. Take out the weak. It was the only way it could have been.
Feeding. Cranial juices. Toxins for human greed. For pleasure. . Where life turns. Into a morbid reality. . Infant site helplessly in the crib. Not sleeping for a week and spun.
People inside waiting. The bomb set into place. At the public building. . Detonated. Floors dropping. The unseen buried below. Multiple carnage. The cracking and splitting of skin and bone.
Pulled from our homes. We've committed no crimes. We don't know why. Stolen and incarcerated. The red army marches us out like pigs. . Onto trains like creatures.
buried underground, absorbed through. the soil fertile, the birthing below. . tombs in hell, tombs in hell, tombs in hell. . born into hell something once was.
The blood god will rise. Mainstream we despise. Full of wrath and anger. We kill you fucking wankers. . Eternal monster - Eater of Gore. Here to kill - Blood what we spill.
You that think that you're never wrong. You that think the world's gone mad. You with your misguided beliefs. Tell me what is now right or wrong.. . I was never one to cry.
And black dry tears rolled down from your empty orbits. while you remember with sorrow your ancient splendour. the colossal pomps of this withered remote times.
I never will. Wipe the blood away from your eyes. I never could. Tell the truth when there are still some lies. . Burn down all the halls, then destroy.
...It's eleven o' clock in the desecrated church. and now that we're all here, we're ready to follow. the Black Priest, while bats and toads invade the.
In your dreams, hearts shake. Nerves scream, minds break. Heavens turn, grounds crack. Prayers burn, burn black. . And it's all there inside of you. It's deadly, dark, cold.
It's the night of All Saints' Day. the Graveyard Master is here to stay.. Ritual drums and thunderlights. scan the rhythm on Voo-doo night.. . Blood, black magic, drugs and sex:.
Say what you want me to do. And I will do it for you. Say who you want me to do. And I will do her too. . And in the backstreets. All the demons (laugh as hell).
Veni, domine liberator. Dona nobis potestatem.. Te adoramus, veneramus. Dona nobis scientiam.. . You're the Horned God of Witches. You're the adored Templar's Idol.
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine. Amniotic liquid of another kind. That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god.
they're Bureaucrazy. dumb bitch at 16. nows she's having a baby. guess she's been listening to too much slim shady. you know!. trapped a bitch ass nigga for his bureau.