Marching to death's bell Descending into hell Judgement day is hear & you fate is dear March to die, die, die, die Take my mind & soul Countless heads
[Music - MT Lyrics - JB] Marching to Death's bell Descending into Hell Judgement Day is near And your fate is clear March to die, die, die, die
overthrown Maybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina? She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old Now her vengeance has been satisfied and her possessions
(Live With Skin of Skunk Anansie, French Tv Show (Taratata), 10 March 96, Paris.) Skin No I don't want love you, `Cos I know who you are, That`s why
come/dawn on you Ah you..! Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart Unrest in ye must've been the devil in all of us The saints are marching again
Standing in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusader's deceit Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulant tide
one! Red rum Political bedlam Don't let the hype into your eyes and ear drum Murdoch on Fox Not 18 with Barracas And he hate Barack cause He march with the marchers
burden heavy a million men march and whole beap of them fail they all worship false gods from dusk untill dawn they kill little babies before they are born they want to possess
heavy a million men march and whole beap of them fail they all worship false gods from dusk untill dawn they kill little babies before they are born they want to possess
souviens En retard pour le train J'ai marche de gare en gare En chemin, pour nulle part Et ce soir, je me souviens En retard pour le train J'ai marche
the one to come and bring it around Tell me Daniel how the harp came in your possession. Are you one of the chosen few who will march in the the procession
who walk in peace How beautiful upon the mountain Are the steps of those who walk in peace Marching round the White House, marching round the Pentagon Marching
Marching without fear The night is filled with souls In coral exctasy The saraband of death Will always follow me Satanachist Satanachist I bear the evil eye Possess
gates of Hell Tortured souls do dwell Guarded well by Chronozon Satanachist Satanachist I mount the virgin Venus Plague the blackened seas I am the souls destructor Marching
His enemies He went through the mockery of a trial He was nailed to a cross between two thieves While He was dying His executioners for His only possession
mess around Push me down into the ground Taste the hands that drink my body Fight me in the dark Wrestle your bones over mine Into our moonless march
We'll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga step Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga step Play with Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga step Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon' march