time Until breaking the chains Of christian ignorance My immortal soul Demand revenge Before the humiliation Done by the dawn servants Of the god of lies My soul ! Demand revenge
Traduction: Undercroft. Je demande vengeance.
do they ever really ease the pain I guess what I'm trying to say Is whose life is it anyway because livin' Living is the best revenge You can play
(G. Rossington, J.& D. Van Zant, E. King) There's a rumour goin' 'round on the backside of town Jake is out to get some revenge Has fire in his eyes
want beef with us chief Your talk is cheap and the supply meets demand Everything you can imagine is real man and revenge be the dish I serve to cats
flinches When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless Actor needs chiropractor for cracked jaw Yes, I
anna, just me and my Joanna Hey, pick up yo' stamina, hit 'em like wow You know I love my style, I'm not a faker I'm the real I'm walkin in my sins in
with money I thought I was but it always lust they cut the budget but its okay we shall adjust no failure cause success is a must when I clean up I
for the fire The outside says Suicide The inside says the F.B.I. Bodies lying all around Blood is screaming from the ground Demands revenge from both
I was taken in fetters aboard a Roman trireme, the blood of slain legionaires still crusted upon my thews, I was taken far from the fens of my beloved
like ill-fated Usher The House of Bathory shrouded 'Neath grief's dark facade If only I could have wept In mourning by Her side I would have clasped
I search alone, dark the night, deep the blackest forest And down the devil's hop yard on my way from Salem I lit a fire The magical brimstone sparks
long long time Then Sheriff Selman's boy Broke in to Wes's woman's place Up she jumped and pistol Whipped him kicked him in the face And John Selman demands Revenge
There's a rumor goin' 'round on the backside of town Jake is out to get some revenge Has fire in his eyes since his brother died Shot down by a so-called
in our cars We drove off and we never looked back Six fucking albums, still dealing with welchers I think I'm about to attack I love all our fans but I
creases Miami heat hater but I do the South Beaches For any drama I be calling up monsters I ain't Gilbert I never met a wall I can't conquer Ruger aimed if I
