I am a victim of his endless faith He is a killer She gives suffering She is a walking tall saint I am your stalking cruel fate He licks the face of your
Traducción: My Dying Bride. Apocalypse Mulher.
crucifixion of her own domain. I get up, I get down, I get up, I get down. Two million people barely satisfy. Two hundred women watch one woman cry,
Like a twister, the riddler, picture my moment Filling scriptures with my niggaz I pour the liquor on my own, trick! Bullshit, until the apocalypse hit
of everything you question Skilled like pick or forced and the hallowed ground in restin in If the dream plymouth cube really exists Would you wish away the wars and the coming of Apocalypse
the seeds of lightning, thunder cast in rain Castrate humanity the woman smells the game Complete in time, intact and weave another year Demand apocalypse
the catholic church of the middle ages, asking them to celebrate the riches of their loot - even nowadays. "Six Billion Reasons To Hate" Metal song about the apocalypse
cry, "Don't you worry, boy 'Cause the woman who came for me Will surely show you your bliss For she holds the answers to all your fears She questions the apocalypse
To crown the sufferer in their glory Come, for we are failing Come, for we are waiting For we are trying to breathe First in the skies, apocalypse Only
of grief--in people's faces, in their eyes--a mixture of horror and total surprise. This was no apocalypse. No one heard a voice from the sky, there
lies Black spit twilight holograph scene Conjured up images of apocalypse steam Words never spoken wait on the lips On the door step of a woman's millennium
To crown the Sufferer in their glory Come for we are failing Come for we are waiting For we are trying to breathe First in the skies, apocalypse
that I'm poppin' this top, yes, I'm the opposite of monogamous, Menage, ya get offered it in this box a bit, Hostile is gotta get twisted, I'm not with this Apocalypse
I see the look in her eyes She was a fast talking woman with a master disguise And she wore fake Gucci shades blowing rings with her smoke And if you
birth unfolds within. Must prepare and be aware, The existence of man will disappear. No tunnel harps, angels to follow. Every man, woman, child swallowed
say don't you worry boy cause the woman who came for me will surely show you your bliss for she holds the answers to all your fears she questions the apocalypse