to ask us, Tartar never have to be afraid. Keep the steel they boast in Damascus. It is second grade To the Tartar blade Yo, the Tartar! Yo, the Tartar
I was nineteen when I came to town They called it the Summer of Love They were burning babies, burning flags The hawks against the doves I took a job
I don't know when I met you and never could forget you as stole a moment so naturally cause time's so irrelevant bathing in monovalent this is a fact
I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love They were burning babies, burning flags. The hawks against the doves I took a job
ever have recognized: and though he could not rise to his feet he crawled and rolled desperately away from the damp pavement where dozens of Tartarean
Traduction: Ray Charles. La chanson tartare.
Traduction: Contrevenants. Tartarichi.
Traduction: Thompson, Richard. Vin vieux.
Traduction: Septic Flesh. Tartare.
: Crawling into the crypts below Inside the kingdom of sands Buried beneath the ancient dust Perverted race of slaves I travelled race to the stars
: Journey in vain to the land of absu She rolls inside the seas of no return Within the vaulted halls of darkness Black winds return Declaration was
: Screaming blasphemous names In the nocturnal wind Carving the eternal seals Invoke the ancient kings In the freezing vast desert I spill my blood
The gate of Hell now open Eternal suffering to come No mercy to be shown Tartarus awaits! Into the abyss we descend Diabolic afterlife awaits below