em in! Feels like flying - When we are falling One more time Ready to die Wild for the night Death comes pale Cold is the grave Blackout under neon lights
Traduzione: La Corona. Cold Is The Grave.
Busdriver & Radioinactive: TOday's weather is a glazed beverage with a grave emphasis on the strange letter bridge and the dames we assist when we exchange
We no waan no more dead body Well Mr. Joe kill quick, we nuh waan no more hit We nuh waan no more grave we waan no more casket Well life we promote which is
btew colder. Here in a bed of wrack and shingle, Beneath rests a sea king of the north, His fallen history remains unknown, Now his grave is just a heap
this endless frost. Enslaved to the cold earths scorn we lie buried and long forgotten, once heroes loved by our kingdom we decay in nameless tomb. Our crown
the crown I lead a crusade fight for belief to be one out in the field fearless and cold building the road to my Calvary strong is my steel dark is
nigga Violins play, Rose petals fly in the wind Mans bargaining with fallen angels but he dies in his sin The world is in chaos, many try to pretend
for lullaby music Songs of a shepherd by Bethlehem fold. When he is King they will clothe him in grave-sheets, Myrrh for embalming, and wood for a crown
means To hell you will be sent [lead: Hannemann] The wolf leader now is the stalked Expansion state of horror Guns echo over the grave A thousand fates
me in the trump tower with a honey and powder I feel the shadows death is comin to an end My lifes slippin from me, ya'll niggaz is funny Tell me shyne
Hearts [LILITH:] How to unlearn all the things I have learned... Yea! [LILITH:] To wear the crown of Whore Or touch Eternity's Stare Love is cold it
This is my FO-UN-DA-TI-ON. This is my foundation. Listen, all my friends, yes, I do miss them. I want them to understand, I'm down when I diss them.
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee that nigga Big Ass Moe chillin with my partna named DeMo its on his birthday we comin through in a nigga trunk is
Capitalism, money and power Catch me in the Trump Tower with a honey and powder I feel the shadows death is comin' to an end My lifes slippin' from me, ya'll niggaz is
flow over me.. I see teared eyes around, Around my grave Who're you talking to, love? The skull you hold won't speak You see, my flesh, so solid Now is
