Testi:
The Crown At The End

! Black sky above! Evil is alive! Soon you'll see what will be! The great mysteries of death revealed... And nothing is there at the end!

the gate Idolatrous men get snatched away See man can gain the whole world but Dog to what benefit Cause I promise you lose your souls investment at the end

in debt with the club book again I'm a plastic gangster They call me a crown and anchor I asked one of my mates to get me some books About the East End

The way I look at it it's three basic elements right? Die, dying, dead right? Die, dying, dead. Death becomes you says the crow to the cheetah because

you walk is broad and plain From numerous fellows you let yourself float But with every step you approach eternal pain Cause hell waits at the end

of lips. The wind whispers trespass, a call for an end. Take up your arms set your sights. Never fear there's always more blood. Retaliate! At ease mighty

demise Those who approach perdition from new angles and sides can once through the depths reach the apex of heights For certain I simply cannot know what will await me at the end

Tash will rock your cradle wit the fatal rhymes that pound put you down cuz your lyrics suck more than Divine Brown while Im off that Royal Crown gettin party at

Music: Bogdanov Lyrics: Ivoilov I look at you. And it seems as dream wich comes true. Life's in full swing It's your time: For all you are the