light and prying eyes. soon to come the waking hour, blood lust, hunger, darkend sky. crimson, pablum, fare. ambrosia of life, mere mortals beware. crimson
Theater] [Lyrics by Mike Portnoy] [I. The Crimson Sunrise] [Instrumental] [II. Innocence] I remember a time My frail, virgin mind Watched the crimson
full With desire fulfilled All my dreams came true All the world, And all of you Everyday there's a constant reminder Of all the pleasures we shared
mud and lead Smell the fear and the feeling of dread Soon be time to go over the wall Rapid fire and the end of us all Whistles, shouts and more
fearing for their lives And with fear in my guts like tangled twine Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife And mad John Finns' wife is all
confess..... Shut up and hold your tongue Justify your beliefs and forsee reality I am the personification of cosmic force And the creator of all living
you walk on by And I know it must be right Too long this heart's been dissatisfied Gonna live it up, live it up tonight I remember how it might have been All
fearing for their lives And with fear in my guts like tangled twine 'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife And mad John Finns' wife is all
Verse 1 Anything you can do I can do better I perform trends and you still a trend setter Weezy just let em. just let em die I Got all the answers
are While your enslaved corpse to be Drowns in the seas of Hell with me I am agonizing pain beyond all misery I am the darkest of damnation feared eternally
i am every living terror that your nightmares could conceive i tear apart your soul, destroy all in you believe my lust feeds upon your fears and your
you, don't take it in vain, for ntis given to few. an offer I've made that you can't resit, a touch of ice from a crimson kiss. an ageless beauty with
If you respect yourself and worry about your soul you know you must live a stricter and more retired life than even a virgin in a maiden's bower. It
sleep, Peyote leafs mixed with the blood of a priest In a room where the ceiling leaks of crimson grease, Where the living eats the dead, and the dead