just might understand...me Hello again sweet mother Do you still love me the way you used to So sorry I didn't turn out The way you always wanted me to Hello again
might understand...me Hello again sweet mother Do you still love me the way you used to So sorry I didn't turn out The way you always wanted me to Hello again
Traduzione: Suolo. Ciao di nuovo.
Millennium's end, that's where we'll begin Millennium's end, renewal again Resurrected sun wheel Symbol known to all Our blood and our honor Has answered hell
realms A cyclone with the force of Hell The infernal devotion A land that was blessed with curses from the space To protecting us, to realize, to believe, to feel again
Tash] Ahh, ahh I be killin it (why Tash?) cause I be feelin it I get money so no need for stealin it I work diligent beneath the Earth's soil where I
Downtrodden hearts again in halfway homes and fighting bitter with the rats and losing streaks, amen. And it just ain't living, no, this cold will cut
of hell, riding again Devil and Daughter - pleasure and pain Devil and Daughter - is this the end A thousand times over, you'll hear on the wind In the name of hell
you ascend Sail away with the sun To never feel my touch again Free once more to raom in hell This lonely world represents hell Solitude shares the pain
war Chaos - On a violent soil Tomorrow never know your final hell We feed our lust with greed and hate The sirens of war will peal again Blood turns
the flesh Darkness and a hell of chaos Violence upon the soil of sorrow Hellspawned and eternal fire On the bloodred fiels of forthcoming terror Again
Dig in the cut, like bacteria not examinin the ultraviolet scannin 724 gram and shame your doctoral When I floor it like ocean coral Remembrance in a mural when you up against
'll deserve it too "New York is number one today in the house!" [El-P] I analyze, people call me El so son catch it MC's be disillusioned as hell, them
We spilled genetically modified canola seed That was genetically modified for controlling the weeds And for big old yields and margarine oil, raised hell all over that native prairie soil
spilled genetically modified canola seed That was genetically modified for controlling the weeds And for big old yields and margarine oil, raised hell all over that native prairie soil
Cuddled through a cold womb he was Pitch black and without sunshine rays Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil A noble grief stirred heart
inner-sanctum stealing sleep (Here we go again!) So sinner, mourn well Make all the swans suffer in Hell In the dimness surrounding the towers of the
