And show treason to a faithful heart There is no healing balm of reason O wretchedness, o misery Fall upon mercy Set thy Alter here Lifeless life cradles lifeless death
Traduction: Vierge Noire. Musée de l'Iscariote: I. La stagnation / II. Mort.
WITH FIRE - their Black work is done TO CROWN THEM WITH HALOS - they come and they come TO CROWN THEM WITH FIRE - their Black work is done in the Night Black
little And show treason to a faithful heart There is no healing balm of reason O wretchedness, o misery Fall upon mercy Set thy Alter here Lifeless life cradles lifeless death
THEM WITH FIRE - their Black work is done TO CROWN THEM WITH HALOS - they come and they come TO CROWN THEM WITH FIRE - their Black work is done in the Night Black
death Touch me now Touch me The black acres are claiming me They're claiming me Touch me now Touch me The black acres are claiming me They're claiming me Black
Walk among us Never judge us Yeah we're all... Up now and get 'em, boy Up now and get 'em, boy Drink to the devil and death at the doctors Did I see
her virgin wrists Blood now covers her tiny hands How does thou receive this fate? She asks of her own mind Purity, innocence, encourage death Life...
days are done For a martyr has been taken He is old Juan de la Cruz And a century of women pray At the casket before them laid And the Virgin of Guadalupe
weight on the corner Send weight to the coroner When courage make em turn performer I transform into Uma Thurman A dude's virgin Verses lettin'
break a bottle over some boys head, stab a broken piece in to the poor cunts leg, I leave him in an alley where he's screaming and bleeding to death,
wrote this The wild animal rhyme colprut Ferocious, closest Nigga walkin behind you with a dosage Of teffifyin tales that be stompin small soldiers The grim reaper dipped in all black
facts The Ku Klux Klan hate me more than Jews and Blacks Yeah, you over for certain, you can pray to whoever Jehovah, Buddha, Allah, Jesus, Mother Mary the Virgin
don't even get in trouble for it And I don't see nothin' forward Always tryin' to beat the black man to death Punk police tryna hide behind your badge
great on a song I **** on the corner, send weight to the coroner When courage make 'em turn performer I transform into Uma Thurman, a dude's virgin Verses
rebel in Jerusalem Getting picked on and whipped by the goons of the devil Black man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn when he stares out With wool hair and feet of bronze Bird stick, a black