me this is finally her death The storm of dust, made by human ash And structures are found The flames have scorched all remains Apocalypse, the slaughter's
gods of the north, blow your wind upon my flesh, reach me your immortal force. I dance through the winter storms, all through a lifetime as man, marching
when the heat get's on {*wind blowing*} Hopin that the weak get strong, when the heat get's on [talking - echo after each pause] Ya know... the street's
I'm pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to the ball, me and three prom queens my life's prom night and guess who's the Prom
girl, and youve come to far 'cause you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old mans money You can rely on the old mans money It's a bitch
it on the weak Several miles of death's formation They march towards his grace To the cliffs and the abyss of the damned The loss of man, and fall of
Once in a time and place so far away when man stood strong and brave,' scars from a past, the ancient blood shall stream through our veins once again
Beyond the black of the netherworld lies a kingdom untouched created by the sins of man... and the evil that man do. Walls painted with the color of
blood And eating its way through and reigns Men from the desert lands by the sky-high forsakened hills Erased by the passing of man's creation From
means I'mma have to borrow some money] Let's fly a kite [Let's burn the generals] Let's sell lemonade [Let's drink] Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat
ass n-gga. N-gga, Dame, man, that?s your man. You and Dame was mans and ?em. You and Dame used to be tighter than giraffe p-ssy and sh-t. You know your man
shines bright Baby's high as a kite Today her name is pretty, but she ain't a pretty sight Same old stilletos and dodgy looking fellows Same old whistles Same old
and This is the message at the ruler Rick's school [Slick Rick] Elders seen our wise ones grown Interest in what the kid learned 'bout Seen how the old
beneath what's never been found The portal's thunder roars from beyond And calls on evil to kill the weak In orbit through hell's realm Like clouds drifting
Where is my god, the saviour of faith As I'm wandering here through this world I created I am a lonely killer And I am trapped in despair Death is my
In the mist of the morning light's shadows Triumphant, he stands battered and proud In the dark of the morning light's shades The meadow is red, and the
moon rises upon the hills Follow us far into the past In a time when the dark is killed The light And the sword ruled all When man was filled with hate
gar imot sorgenes strommer Vi kriger om makt og alt som skal bli Om aere og dod vi alle mann drommer Jorden er var blodet skal stromme Ferden mot fienden's