Search results for 'consign to the grave'

when nothing dey for me 
Now I refuse to sink, stay away from me u demons behind me 
Am not ready for death close that grave it not for me 
U

thunder-stone
Fear not slander, censure rash
Thou hast finished joy and moan
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust

No exorciser

in a grave
We just hop up on a plane when we wanna get away (get away)
Hella years running on the pave (on the pavement)
All for the money getting paid

outstanding banquet of gore
Hell on earth arose, reality slips away
To a world so grim where death's the greatest gift

Out of the ashes, back from the grave

not slander, censure rash;
thou hast finished joy and moan:

all lovers young, all lovers must
consign to thee, and come to dust.

gave thee such

consign dem, do as I say like Simon
And you too will diamond blind hun

I'm on my Dylan Dillinger, flow just killin' ya
Ya wonder why the real ain't

thunder stone
Fear not slander, censure rash
Thou hast finished joy and moan
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust

No

Make me this promise
Only this once
Grant me my peace
Let me lie in the mud
Enshroud me in silence
Solitude calls me
I smell my grave
Inside my veins

the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone
Fear not slander, censure rash
Thou hast finished joy and moan

All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee,

the lightning flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder stone Fear not slander, censure rash Thou hast finished joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign