Lyrics:
Strong as death, sweet as love
People laugh at me from above
I don't care, I'll just watch 'em from my rocking chair
Rocking chair
Rocking
RIGHT.
BUT MAYBE HISTORY HAS A REASON, LEARNING FROM THE PAST COULD BECOME A LESSON, SURELY THAT WOULD MAKE MORE SENSE, BY NOT DESTROYING THE EVIDENCE.
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
brain cabbage he made you way above average
Godlike, not a savage he wants you to speak to change matters
To what matters to you his body scattered by
The Gods are my shield
My fate has been sealed
Lightning and javelins fly
Soon many will fall
We are storming the wall
Stones fall snow from the sky
We
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
me away
And death climbs up the steps one by one
To give you the rose
That's been burnt by her son
Point me to the sky above
I can get there on my own
me away
And death climbs up the steps one by one
To give you the rose
That's been burnt by her son
Point me to the sky above
I can get there on my own
probably the worst
So bar your windows and lock your doors or be burdened by this curse
Every thirteenth day of every thirteenth month since 1313 B.C.
From
to ignore
The theme that keeps repeating
From Call of Duty 4
I tap-tap off the volume
And stare out at the road
Where cars and snowploughs scroll by
Die!
Die under the plague
Taste it as you suffer
You are forever haunted by the Beast
Never to escape from a certain Death
Massive killings by
Disciples of christ, judgment awaits you
In the gates of sin, beg for mercy
You were fooled by a priest
Looking from above, we behold your tears
Share this pain with me
Shine, untied from time lost, in fields of dying stars
I have a selfish wish, don't wanna die in agony
cnd meeting death with
The Artillery Man And The Fighting Machine
Journalist: The hammering from the pit and the pounding
of guns grew louder. My fear rose at the sound
dark
By the sound of a lonely trumpet calling
And countless birdlike carrions falls reeking from above
Embedded in a red glow telling of...
A burning
Death doesn't knock
Kill me again
They crush your bones against the rocks, your marrow froths like scum
No splitting hairs from severed heads, you'll die
smile
Did she dream
By the water's flow
Notre Dame above
Death beckoned from below
Some say she was a country child
Lost to city ways
Gracing all
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
the led come, twerking money then spread some
Nigga you'd die if you'd try me
Warner Brother, my gun is Death Jam, Joey ID
Definitely won't jam when you
house is nothin like the Covenant
We hold big shit like a bitch hold one in the oven
Well if it ain't drama, money above broke bitches
Simple
Say bro, I love you 'til death but bitch you gon hit it
Or you gonna lay on top of it
Just got the word from above, placing my heart in this
A dead holy icon with tears of blood the morbid saint's praying for his death
Screams of pain from the deepest abyss the maccabre dance.. listen
to my name
No chance at life
‘Til I found Your love
My fate was sealed,
Death cursed upon me.
But Your grace fell upon me
From above
Like the wind, You
aligned
The great old ones will rise
No longer bound by spell
As the earth is set aflame
Liberation of eternity
Ecstasy and death
Ph'nglui
Mglw'nafh
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