Why, not even a rustler'd have anything to do With this branded bum steer world This pirate flag headlong disaster course vessel Misguided charted this
She wears her butterfly on her wrist But she might as well cut it's head off She's holding different weapons To kill the ghost inside Or at least kill
Lord, how lovely is Your name You are everyday the same You are worthy Lord, come and fill our emptiness With the beauty of Your holiness Now, we will
She wears a butterfly on her wrist but she might as well cut it's head off she's holding out for weapons to kill the ghosts inside or at least kill the
Why, not even a rustler'd have anything to do with this branded bum steer world this pirate flag headlong disaster course vessel misguided charted this
Traducción: Captain Beefheart. O Host A Ghost O Ó Santíssima.
Traducción: Evans Blue. Uma cruz e uma garota chamada Blessed.
Traducción: Petra. O Santíssimo Nome.
[Clandestine Blaze] I have see behind the faith And all I can see is self deception Betrayal, mental slavery and fear Father, son and Holy Spirit Representing
[Clandestine Blaze] [Instrumental]
[Musta Surma] Kuihtuneina, elama lakannut olemasta Ruumiinsa vankeina ikuisesti, Lapi Helvetin porttien kadotuksen, Sielunsa tulevat olemaan Kalpeina
[Musta Surma] Vaivu unoduhkseen sina valon lapsi Kavahda pimeytta, vihan voimaa Pelkaa Saatana, jolle herrasi ei voi mitaan Luovu uskostasi ja katso
[Musta Surma] Kuoleman yon musta ruhtinas, Kaapunsa musta kuin ikuinen yo Viikattensa terava kuin korpin kynnet Ruton ruhtinas, Julma kuin itse Saatana
[Clandestine Blaze] Skeletal structures Morbid art of death Trophies made of flesh And clean bones Trophy hunter Of human remains Fetish for reek of
[Musta Surma] Hanen pimea myrskynsa, jonka siivin saavuimme Mukanamme kohtalo... kenenkaan tuntema Ei toivoa, ei valoa... anoastaan karsimysta! Ei toivoa
[Clandestine Blaze] Infernal fires of death Corpses vanishing in the total oblivion Heaven sent gift from man Breeding invisible sickness Destroying