lie on the black altar All crosses turned Green blood drops from the walls Demoniac monsters grin at me All over signs of the evil A man with a black
the black altar all crosses turned green blood drops from the walls [CHORUS 1:] Demoniac monsters grin at me all over signs of the evil a man with a black
Traduction: Destruction. Black Mass.
they shared now the prince knelt down for communion of the time that he fast and the father he blessed his child with the blood of the black mass! black mass
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Generals gathered in their masses, just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction, sorcerers of death's construction. In the fields
Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields the
, if they should argue Let us beg to differ As we set aside our differences And assemble our own army To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction That we
Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields
shores? Like a ship afloat at sea, a Flying Dutchman are we? Destined to roam the seas, locked out without a key Is it curtain call on this theatre so black
Send you higher Slashing destruction, your right hand sword ringing To the ends of the earth you will fly Conquering masses in wanton deception Blood-red your black
over what the past done passed us Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes Phases that trap us and cage us like classes Fogging my glasses, lost in a mass
[Originally by Black Sabbath] Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death
black so the one-time react as if under attack Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with liquor
began to morph And reinvent themself, I grew like a black blade Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast Leaving behind a path of destruction
closing statements, if they should argue Let us beg to differ as we set aside our differences And assemble our own army to disarm this weapon Of mass destruction
