Paroles:
Sound Storm Bound To Hell

your death. Lost is your soul, oblivion has come, damned for a thousand years bound to hell Bound to hell Bells chime, echoes in my mind There is no salvation Hell

don't get mad over silly pettyness I say to hell with it, say oh well with it Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet Make dope beats, rhyming sound

Like della reece, I need celery Mo? money wat the f**k these niggaz tellin? me Im young Lucifer Take um all to hell wit, Ya Drop um off in a fire storm

defiled Black shapes and horns By my command, unleash the storm Raising and forming alive 'Til delights get lost In the sounds and power from hell Blood

I don't get mad over silly pettiness I say to hell with it, say oh, well with it Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet Make dope beats, rhyming sound

howling out, they're storming everywhere A crimson tide of energy erupting from the ground The gates of hell are shattered wide, by evilectric sounds

Baxter] Go to hell! [Billy Flynn] What a helling, huh? And social-like too. Her mother owns all the pineapples in Hawaii. [Roxie Hart] What the hell

son of Israel. They will crawl, the wailing wall, The silence speaks the dawn. Israel is bound in Hell, The sword of Islam. Israel is bound in Hell,

don't get mad over silly pettyness I say to hell with it, say oh well with it Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet Make dope beats, rhyming sound