Vegas, e morto in una saittella di Venezia. Era un bravo ragazzo, per dire aveva novantanovanni, e morto come uno? uno schizzo. E'morto. Una botta, e morto
The master above all masters they claimed and then others claimed for their master... Death will come. The parade which describes the unearth, forever
An eerie cold takes hold of my soul, perverting my will, will demanding a kill. Your blood shall be shed, my steel you will dread. Insanity reigns as
Under the sea there's clarity, blood streaming out of the underground (as we pass). Corpse of the weak, floating in pieces throughout the coast, invincible
Guttural screams echoes in the dark, silenced only by a murder of crows. Another victim made sacrifice. Blood spilt on the throne as before. Cult obscure
[Gorguts cover]
This triangle, for what use ? Colours no longer exist. Sick minds erased them. Lack of respect for humanity. We walk away from this process that makes
I reinforce the machinery playing with your mind, manage to climb all the way to the leader. Environment of perfection will never drift by the reason
Weeping, those who strive. Mortal, you will die. We march, no more. Waiting for the dead to show. I will see them burn in their own flames. I will hunt
As i crawl through the mud I felt this aim of blood, the old taste of blood screaming inside me. Longing to awake me, telling me to take it, to make
Big a ds turn heads Bring your family in Kids are free You can apply within You love Jesus but Jesus loves me I'm so sorry but that's how it is I
Johnny drummerboy is calling in July, an early morning when his marching beat climbs up the hills onto the battlefield He's leading my comrades givin
un jour nouveau Brise comme feuille de the Tu ris du plateau renverse Fou, ce cri qui me rend beau, Gouttes de larmes a ma peau Suis-je donc mort a Venise
'un jour nouveau Brise comme feuille de the Tu ris du plateau renverse Fou, ce cri qui me rend beau, Gouttes de larmes a ma peau {Refrain:} Est-il donc mort
come thursday- i'll say goodbye. trade words on paper, and hope they will- suffice. i'll send some letters encrypted in ink and music to put you to sleep
Flowers grow best on top of mass graves Come and see the beauty? Flowers grow best on top of mass graves Come and see the beauty of inhumanity Come
