Inside your mind, stays Evil that's concealed Inside your mind, writhes a plague reaching distance unseen Through your mind, streak of blinding malice
i had hoped for more of a struggle from this world as it died years ago. corpses still feeling good about a fifty-dollar blowjob. corpse still pussy-
[Music: COLIN-TOCQUAINE / GUIGOU] [Lyrics: COLIN-TOCQUAINE] Life after death through out the ages facinates man Funeral the deads ritual frees the souls
Sob Ataques Profanos manchamos com sangue o branco veu de Maria !! Sob Ataques Profanos derramamos o imaculado sangue de Cristo !! Assim como seu
throne of ice Beyond the fortresswalls, a Profane Domain Forlorn The Shadows, the Guardians of His land Furious winds They ride In the Profane Domain
Stalking the streets searching for fun New ways to get out of your head Meet a rich man, needle in hand It might as well be a gun Enter the realm
An enormous hole Eaten away By invisible gas Causing decay Cancer levels rise The seasons change Cataclysmic alteration Nature dies in pain
Over-spill of radiation Arsenic and lead pollution Excrement floating past, Damaging the cytoplast. Surface oil floating free On the great eternal
Apocalyptic death deadly rain Orders from above, the insane Retaliation strike, ?it's our turn" Turned to molten flesh we burn Termination time
In the deepest darkest lair The wicked plot mankind?s despair They never cease their endless quest To sink their knives into your chest And when
Release, set me free caught, in foreign fields condemned, to slavery marine, now detainee Why, leave me here? spare, me fear far from home lost
Exquisite sacred creatures Hunted to the brink of death To give unscrupulous traders Another form of wealth Screaming skinned alive Screaming skinned
Cold, radioactive cloud, descends upon the earth Freezes the sea. Blinded by the snows glare, We must prepare, we must beware Of Nuclear winter.
Upon these vile remains of Christ I hold the lance that pierced the fool His true meaning withheld in a shroud of lies Recite nine times the antique
Jag fods for att do, mitt kott skola ruttna. Min sjal skola agas. Den som atrar lifvets morka sida, den som hadar mot heligheten skola finna sin plats
Hard news, taken harder, don't look to me Disappointed, we don't agree, I don't need your praise... (don't look my way for help, from the beginning you
Fullmoon and the graveyard, shovelwork & sweat Exhumation for rite of necropedophile Cunt full of Maggots, fucking with young corpse On the cold tombstone
live on air and float to the ceiling Who's gonna answer Profanity prayers Who's gonna answer Profanity prayers Who's gonna answer Profanity prayers Who's gonna answer Profanity