Allright. Fucking fine!. . Joining the circle of master race waiting. The satanic reign number vier. Killing yourself to enter the gates. Sacrifice in the name of the lord.
Damnation war - genocide. Putrefacted war, dead rotten bodies in sight. Will you bleed, for your bride?. Necromayhemic gays, centuries ago died.... . Will you bleed, will you confess,.
This world is a maggot I put on a fish hook. While I rape your grandmothers dirty fucking corpse.
Burning the brutal, brutal out of the game. Bleeding in fire that releases part of my brain. I akth a sakhn, I a sakth the flame. As you die for Satan, Necronomicon, the burning gates.
Punish me, for I have sinned. Punish me, for my existence. . Heart built of stone yet in need of love,. Built of stone in need of love. . Punish me, for I have sinned.
[Intro: Imran Mandani]. . I could see that your light it shines the way, way. And your light it shines the way. The way. The way. The way. The way. The way.
Punish me, for I have sinned. Punish me, for my existence. . [chorus:]. Heart built of stone yet in need of love,. Built of stone in need of love. . Punish me, for I have sinned.
Deadblow overrule the shadows. Masters, spirits, painfuck. Jesus & the scum blown away. Lord and master of hell. . Sadhu Satana. . Slaughtered, burned, raped.
By day I plot the downfall of society. I devise devious plans of retribution. Night falls and I am out on the streets. Distributing my "political contributions"....
Tell me. The secrets of life. Tell me. The secrets of you. . Tell me. The secrets of life. Tell me. The secrets of you. . Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh.
Lisa ligger naken bredvid sin industriman. hon ligger tyst och vaken, en docka vid sin barm. hon lser sin dagbok, varje sida r som ett brev. hon viskar i hans ra; det hr r vad jag skrev.
Lisa ligger naken bredvid sin industriman. hon ligger tyst och vaken, en docka vid sin barm. hon lser sin dagbok, varje sida r som ett brev. hon viskar i hans ra; det hr r vad jag skrev.
Deep in the heart of a stranger. Under the haze of the city lights. Wasting away and he's starting to fade into winter. The music is calling his name.
Standing like a statue waiting for the train. In front of the cigarette vendor. Slicking back his hair looking at the machine. Reflecting like a mirror.
I felt the break and roll of the nexus on a day when the whole world. Elected to sell us out there are the hands that grab my attention. When all is what I'm giving they slow me down slower.
Blinded by a betrayal scene. No one there to keep my trust. All these serpents in my head. Make me see what I must. . Scarred heart and wounded mind. My own blood now stains my hands.
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]. [lyrics - Sean McGrath]. . Your ribcage is avulsed. Mangled, chopped, and hewn. Organ meats have been sundered.
In the California streets at night. You can feel the thunder rising. You can hear the screams of tires in the air. All the racers in their street machines.
Wide awake in the candlelight. Stoned straight, crashing ocean wave. Patterns and sunset in their prime. Shoulder demons tell me how to lie. When it matters, when it matters, oh.