Lord below, Your abysmal horrors we call forth Awaken, rise up and cleanse this earth with fire The taste of victory awaits our wicked tongues As You
lord below, your abysmal horrors we call forth awaken -- rise up and cleanse this earth with fire the taste of victory awaits our wicked tongues as you
Traduction: Le Dahlia Noir Assassiner. Ton Horreur cosmique.
: lord below, your abysmal horrors we call forth awaken -- rise up and cleanse this earth with fire the taste of victory awaits our wicked tongues as
Handed black flowers Lined with dead moss They release the pungent stench of disease Scorched by the sun Decayed to ashes Animated sleeves of despair
the darkening sky, your destiny shall be set You face the pain of agony, and your mortal blood shall be shed Crimson sky turns to black, wind mourns with
Je vis dans la mort Massacre de Porcs Je vis dans la guerre Je n'aime pas mon pere Je vis dans l'suicide Le monde est une ruine Je mange de la viande
's no place to hide... (ayyyaaaooooo!) You scream: "Someone save me! "... (yoooo!) But they don't pay no mind! (ayyyaaaooooo!) Goodbye! [Verse 1:] Your walking down a horror
once and for all. I'm sick of the motha fucka! Check this shit out! [Rap] I'll spit a racial slur, honky, sue me! This shit is a horror flick, but the black
The reaper in sheet will stand by me I'm dreaming, I'm wearing a black dress that night! I'm just a being tonight, And still I'm dressed so black...OH
Tin machine Tin machine Tin machine Baby doll Baby doll Clarity and prayer There's more than money moving here There's mindless maggot glare Working horrors
Bomb blast victim fights for life Girl thirteen attacked with knife Princess Di is wearing a new dress Jet airliner shot from sky Famine horror, millions
bare And I wipe the sand of my arms Let?s bannish the horror the place that you?d wanna Leave the horror here Forget the horror here forget the horror
for the black gas Cowboy number one, a born again poor mans son, poor mans son On the air America, I modelled shirts by Van Huesen, working for the black
as a new Nile, as new as a new child So come follow me to the land of Abraham This land's your land, this land's my land The blacker the black man, the
body's made of hand grenade Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade. That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror Blackula