Lyrics:
Fudge packing crack smoking son of a bitch
Satan worshippers you're all such A dick
We don't want you at our Fucking show
Way to support your local
Through this Eucharist of living flesh
We summon you, almighty one
Come forth with madness
Trietenicus, Liber, Bacchus, Iacchus
Blessed be thou,
generation,
Regarde les foules reggae rules all the nation
A big combination, reggae addiction.
Un seul message sur le son
Sache lire entre les lignes et
malefici
I tuoi baci al cianuro son nocivi come poison ivy
Baby tu mi uccidi e mentre resto agonizzante al pavimento mi guardi e sorridi
Prendimi a calci
that drew us
in under their power?
Were the feats and graces
just illusions then?
In your soul there\'s a part
that part of you says
that I do
mysterium
Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni
We are the...
Mother of suffering
Bringer of virtue
Possess the Holy, drink the wine
Arise my son, follow me
I
Did you smile your work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
One
Nailed to the cross while the weak
Overcome with grief weep and mourn
To pervert the mind of the following sheep
You scourge was born
As a shepherd
Saved by last night
When we lived
All I know is last night
We almost lost you for good
Let's hear what she has to say
It's an intricate fold
(Coming to a song from the album ‘Arise', and the name of the song is: ‘Arise’. And we need your help a bit. I want you all to put your hands in
me.
Bloodied family.
Now I sleep.
The city weeps.
(=B3*=B2 taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam)
Two men as one, the same blood they shared
Born from one mother and divided by hate
One other chose the dark side - its torture and bliss
In
The silver bells ring
Hark the herald angels sing
Of the good tithings to bring
To the new born king
Tis the season
Tis the reason
To give you all of our
Punished by Christ
Never seen the light
The abomination within himself started to reincarnate
Aged from the lies spread upon us
I brought the prophecy
Got me stuck in the golden age
Like a high heeled son of a gun
Passion driven electric rage
Looking after no 1
You can't fake the real sound
It's
son, I was your daughter
And the dream would last a million years
Embraced by the song of a million weeping strings
And all forgotten things
The wheel
Hear the Rebel Call Eurekas Ban
The wolves ride out on our command
I am All, for I am legion
One touch and her gates to Hell are Open
Hold fast
There's only one we've all fought for
Give us your grace
We're the eager sons of you bear and eat
With skies on your face
In all the flesh
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