Lyrics:
held high
Each one of them martyrs
Quite willing to die
Wake the dead, the saints are in Hell
Wake the dead, they've come for the bell
Cover your
held high
Each one of them martyrs
Quite willing to die
Wake the dead, the saints are in hell
Wake the dead, they've come for the bell
Cover
held high
Each one of them martyrs
Quite willing to die
Wake the dead, the saints are in hell
Wake the dead, they've come for the bell
Cover
held high
Each one of them martyrs
Quite willing to die
Wake the dead, the saints are in hell
Wake the dead, they've come for the bell
Cover
Screaming, saints in Hell are running wild
Rage, the prelude had begun
Now your epitaph is sung
Pounding, monolithic fists of stone
Pounding,
With all the saints
Dead rotting in hell
We fight for what we think is right
With all the grace
Fighting in hell
We seek the glory of a fallen knight
a shit about you being on your knees,
The slaves will not be welcome…
I am mind in flesh,
I’m a Saint in utter hell,
I’m the blast to shove
The eye
the saints in hell 'cause heaven's not enough
Can't you see this beast in burning wrath?
You can't stop me and don't you even try
There's something burning in
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Mundo branco dos réus
Five Saints in
his name'
A life of suffering, honour and blood as the son of God is slain
Saint in heaven
Sinner in Hell
Lucifer Descends
The Angel who fell
Pig
to live immortal and by the cock
The saints are all in hell because everybody wants to...
The angel's wings have all been plucked
The righteous are in
Bribe the saint
To get in the gate
Pay in deeds and lies
Bribe the saint
He'll let you in late
You'll see what your love buys
Learning curve
Better for
Only trust me and myself
And in that heavy metal Devil that would
Send me straight to Hell wit' it
Thought it was no helping it
Selfishness was celibate
as a saint
Running in hell, that's not the place
Can you tell that there's no time to waste
Life is so short and we have a fate
It is what it is
Truth sucks
the drain
You were Saint Church's Basement
A spray-painted case
The Martyr, of Philthadelphia
I'll see you in hell
Songs of dirty pennies,
Of punks
ejaculate on your gospel
Masturbating over psalms
I deny your laws
I spit on the cross
Priest, molested with violence
Saint, rot in hell
Martyr, thrash ‘til
The saints of hell only attack you in your sleep
When the light are low your far away your dreams are deep
The burning questions that will keep you
All the saints are better of in hell
Its never to late for you to rip it up and swallow it
Its never to late to fall in love again
Its never to late
right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend
A two legged hombre is worthless as sand
He'll smile like a saint with a gun in
right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend
A two legged hombre is worthless as sand
He'll smile like a saint with a gun in
The devil's in the deep
So we're in Saint Denis
He'll never cease
So we can't keep the peace
Stuck on my side
Like she a Siamese
She'll get up and run to you
right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend
A two legged hombre is worthless as sand
He'll smile like a saint with a gun in
Once a Saint woke up in hell
Dark angels lips he touched and fell
Hungry for his innocence
Claws dragged him down were demons dwell
Down the pit
the key
And only one can set me free from the beast
Where I dwell and let the saints all burn in hell
[Chorus:]
So take what you want from me, (I'm
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