home When you know the end is nigh And all your dreams are dead Just remember I'm the one Who put bad thoughts in your head The blessed dead Gonna fuck
for a victim, your hunger must be fed Better see it coming or you will end up dead Taste the anger - I'm seeing red Feel the danger - Sleep when I'm dead
have me, then the Devil must [CHORUS:] we will raise the dead we will raise the dead we will raise the dead stop at nothing raise the dead Gaze across
at home When you know the end is nigh And all your dreams are dead Just remember I'm the one Who put bad thoughts in your head The blessed dead Gonna
Waiting for a victim, your hunger must be fed Better see it coming or you will end up dead Taste the anger - I'm seeing red Feel the danger - Sleep when I'm dead
Knight's chair I been where you tryin to be, I'm already hot All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock They know my bar came venom in a bezzie
, my record's for sale We're back, back in black I'm back at it Attack, we're takin' it back like Dead Rabbits Wreck havoc, me and the metal metallic
musical war Crowley pronounces A mystical law Pandemonium Pandemonium Screaming & shouting Smashing your head Songs of our pasts Songs of the dead Echanting
man E Hella (Louie Town) Foundation!!! (Foundation) You never met a four, better with metaphors Metal for whores, like Tiger's metal four Shit, that'
for weapons Black Metal is the devil's fuel Ram painted abattoirs Hail the new born king Join the dead (join the dead) Beautiful goat regime Venomous
smiles, wicked frowns, we get down With our own gangster sound Static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow With shanks of venom metal Rattle
unite eternally Look for an exit In a dead end street of lies Judgement day comes to all Can you afford the price Turn your blackened faith And drain the venom
't fire deadly shots Never with a semi cocked Just light up heavy pot and spit venom call me eddy Brock Webby drops, whether you ready or not heavy metal
for the fuckin birds Murder is Texas, asserted to death, perverted the skets You confer with nothin less, the quick death Get the head gased, dead fast
bread with Jesus at dinner Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine Everytime I rhyme, it's metal
the cowardly tailors of my fate Unleash mastiffs of snarling night To overthrow, plague and burn As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead To scheme of my