Maul 'em Mash And Maim

Mr. Balloni

''Mr. BALLONI'' words & music by ENRICO PIANORI. Entrance. COMING....I- IN EEEEEE....... COMING....I- IN EEEEEE....... COMING....I- IN EEEEEE. COMING....I- IN.

Masters Of Death

Mannequin mannequin. They're all the same. Deathstrike said so. Hallowed be thy name. . Morbid Angel. Napalm Death. Filthy Christians. Hold your breath.

March Of The S.o.d.

[Originally performed by S.O.D.]. [Instrumental].

My Heroin

Why does everybody dig the pain?. It feels good, real good. Why is everybody now insane?. Cocaine, so lame. . It's a sin, you can't win, heroin. You can't win, the shape you're in, my heroin.

Mother's Eyes

Isn't it wrong and isn't is strange. That a man goes by the color of his face. And isn't it time we've drawn the line. And decided to become a human race, yeah.

My Mistress

Throughout these woods a flaming dress of hers. caress my soul as the morning mist will come. The voices make me feel how I am embraced. By ecstatic sounds of love that she gave me.

Musicbox

Minstrel Boy

The minstrel boy to the war has gone. In the ranks of death you will find him. His father's sword he is girded on. And his wild harp slung behind him.

Maul 'em Mash And Maim [2015 Demo Version]

Marti's Last Stand

Marti was a fightin' man. Whose story should be told. He was a son of circumstance. He couldn't quite control. His father gave him pellet guns. And plastic hand grenades.

Martha Stuart

March Of The Fleas

Maggie's Pancake Mix

Mundo Feliz

La dictadura de la belleza. De la mentira y de la edad. Y el dulce sabor del éxito en televisión. Todos somos artistas de mierda en potencia. . Himnos de esclavos.

Mitternacht

Mitternacht!. . *gelächter*.... ...Mitternacht!. . Wenn die Gondeln trauer tragen. und es hallt der Toten Klagen. tief im Nacken das Grauen sitzt. . Wenn die Uhr beginnt zu schlagen.

Mortiferum Or Ptomaine Malaise

I have gone far beyond the pale. The invincible sun eclipsed and bound. Languid with absinthe, a muse I sought. From Demonic apparitions as pleasant deliverers.

Meer Der Einsamkeit

Dunstige Ferne, so lieblich verhllt sie regendes Leben,. Da die berauschende Welt in ihrem Reichtum zerfllt.. . Versuche, die Nebel zu brechen, nrrisch vergebliches.

Modern Crusaders

Don't look back. The time has come. All the pain turns into love. We're not submissive, we're not aggressive. But they think we can't defend. . Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive.

Museu De Cera

Museu de Cera. (Humberto GessingerAugusto Licks). quem quiser saber por que. e no tiver o que perder. no pode acreditar em tudo. no pode duvidar de nada.