been going Well you better run fast He's an old cold hand He's an old cold hand He's an old cold hand
with the stain the stain of unknowing the dead flower buds, on smiling lips is innocent blood the corpse of your god can only rot and grow cold now promise
Her throat is soft her lips are red her thighs are white her heart is dead jezabell red rope burns around her wrists her blood is cold a serpent's
Where the cash at If u ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax Come up swinging at you thugs aflac Then I fall in the sway black maybach See I'm
We are free together. [Female] You shiver like a broken child before me, clutching my cold hand wet with tears, you kiss my hand and lips, and I feel
roses With no sun in sight No footsteps left behind All this love built on pain Still the tears have no name [Chorus] The last touch of your cold lips
D's passin' me by You can breathe you can bleed but please wrap me a nine on Black Christmas, I need a Gun with bullets on black Christmas, black Christmas
like dried away River of fire runs through my veins, tears has dried upon the dull glance The speech has froze on the cold lips, let the heaven's vaults
Xerxes, thrice you have summoned the besieged and benighted vista of Hyperborea... now pay heed, for the final battle is at hand! [Chapter 7: The Last
ordered the Hyperboreans to ride clear and regroup. Then, with volleys of shafts as their herald, and the Battle-Prayer of Hyperborea upon their lips
Pale was the wounded knight, that bore the rowan shield Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field Saying "Beck water cold and clear
are cold Devil's eyes Black magic Lips, hot pussy, naked, bow-job, ass, sensuality These things are all in my brain. Black magic bitch - my destiny Black
s a-gonna look you straight in the eye And hold your bad luck hand Hold your bad luck hand, babe Hold your bad luck hand Who's a-gonna hold your hard luck hand
again. Standing with your heart in hand, a black and bloody mess, You scream... Don't take my home, I'm not sure I want to go. But hearts of stone are cold
Verse 1. In my hands I hold the key to who I wanna be Solutions to my problems are just sitting right in front of me I crush them up with a little bit
tools a four four when it comes to these raw venemous spit send him his dick In a wool shoe package, peel back his cap wid this automatic Cold hefty and black
Sting that's red and cost a whole lotta bread White gold to flash, hand to the crotch Get down town and cop a cold ass watch *brrr* No ice banks I don
