days travelled Wakened in the land of the black desert Rotten corpses everywhere Endless fields, rising fear Endless fear Moves me on Time has gone
Five days travelled Wakened in the land of the black desert Rotten corpses everywhere Endless fields, rising fear Endless fear Moves me on Time has gone
you'll find me gone, just an image in the air In dreams I think of you I don't know what to do with myself Time has let me down She brings broken dreams
[Verse 1] These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no
The curious scribblings of one who has everything Leave me unholy and dirty and beautiful be Unholy and dirty and beautiful me Unholy and dirty and
seen Their hair has turned white, and they've gone insane Oh, beware the blackend water The creature has come to take you away Oh, beware unholy water
earth you thought would end your song ?song? / lifts up and now . . . the feeling?s gone feelings gone
These ideas are nightmares for white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearin' Its
find me gone Just an image in the air, oh yeah In dreams I think of you I don't know what to do with myself Time has let me down She brings broken
desire. And protect all the stones from the dark. You can't fear the unholy fire Or the evil will know where you are. [Shemin:] Seed of evil has been
vile with every fake smile Though no evidence was ever found It never went away completely I tried to welcome the unholy sound of it Another day gone
, my son is a star, my daughters a model, drinking expensive bottles of water. incest may make your grandchild a princess, sometimes I feel like my life has gone
curious scribblings of one who has everything Leave me unholy and dirty and beautiful be Unholy and dirty and beautiful me Unholy and dirty and beautiful
Seven years have gone It can no longer be left undone The candle must burn again And pain must follow the unholy flame So burn, burn, burn And free the
the hundred bastard sons. The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live and the fires of death burn high. The time has come for the king to
they've seen Their hair has turned white, and they've gone insane Chorus: Oh, beware the blackend water The creature has come to take you away Oh, beware unholy