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Last night I had too much to drink Sitting in a club with so many fools Playing to rules Trying to impress but feeling rather empty I had another drink
Wasting my time Resting my mind and I'll never pine For the sad days and the bad days When we was workin' from nine to five And if you don't mind I'll
I was standing by the Nile When I saw the lady smile I would take her out for a while For a while Oh, my tears wept like a child How her golden hair
Sunlight bright upon my pillow Lighter than an eiderdown Will she let the weeping willow Wind his branches round Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of
Desecrating - digging up th grave I search in the coffins for my loathsome preys Recollections of a macabre work Fragments of the corpses in my private
I'll make all your wishes come true Lifting the chains of oppression from you Wiping away the lines carved in your face Take the Relic from this place
your wishes come true Lifting the chains of oppression from you Wiping away the lines carved in your face Take the Relic from this place... Carry on
Walls covered in bloodstains Door bolted from the inside Bedclothes ripped off Tangled in bloodstained garments Raw mass of human flesh Once it was a
'm brushing cobwebs from the corners of my mind. I'm reading the hidden text between my own lines. I'm uncovering. I'm sifting through. Digging up relics
relic Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) And its the funkadelic relic Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) Its the funkadelic relic
ancient is the relic once told foreseen in our darkened past to tell a benign dream a shadow's memory has cast simple is the one who sees it fit no wonder
A relic that leaves no room for peace So fragile it has always been Outside your focus Extinction - your final goal Now you're the relic ...and so
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So came the night Cast it silvery light Upon sorrowed sight His friends lying dead The pale moonlight H3 was laying face to the ground He was crying for
Black pain Withering away In despise arrows of time Made pacts with pain You?ve not seen the one Burning in the light of rising sun You?ve not felt like
I dream of thee In these dreams You lie dead before my feet Outside, the winter night Cold dismal sight As the harvest moon paints our guise Somewhere
Rain descends from sea again aviso of arriving fall serene evening of the human whore Scorn by retrievers horde Transgressors ! Masquerade in its sickest