Traduzione: Perseguitato. Demon Eyes.
: Instrumental
the Grim of haunted Souls Grasps for a dying Age And Winds are summoned By some ancient Gods When Blood of Mankind flows Above the Sins of Man And Demons
kill that demon And my heart stops, I guess I wasn't really dreamin Need my head, and I pray for my soul to stay clean Close my eyes, and recognize the
Nothing is real i see their shadows in the day i hear the voices and they call my name i know the demon by her eyes the ice blue daggers stab i see the
with the demon Seem (?) like the typical storm So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form The dream got my nose runny and shit Eyes
the eyes that haunt you Leaving scars which will reveal them Give that pleasure they've been longing for Pray to keep the demon locked in Buried in the
sphinx (Cydonia) looks natural - not artificial, not a dead ringer for a humanface... But I might be wrong." - Carl Sagan, from A Demon-Haunted World
gloom og gold and glory, I have sold my soul Blackened aree the sunny days, the dark side takes control Hell awaits as nightmares haunt me, demons in
uncle, he'll take the insanity plea...oh yeah, don't foget my retained balance.) judge (Okay, I understand you guys are pleading insanity claiming demonic
so gently falls (and now we're on the run) (escape the haunted ones) Now there's blood stairs in the halls See the traces on the walls Inside here a demon
eyes I?m too scared, I?m paralyzed I hear a call in the night I see a spark or a fading light I?m tossing and turning Afraid what I?m learning A demon is haunting
up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes, Come up through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes." But Psyche, uplifting
no air till you find your corpse [Killah Priest] Yo, enter with caution it's the hood dark and haunted See those crackheads with dead eyes their souls
curfew {HA!} Smile I hurt you, had me goin berzerk too I'm guaranteein she'll be leanin in the coupe Fiendin for your loot, little demon schemin for Tiffany
do have this morbid acuteness of senses I can eat only the most insipid food clothes only of the lightest texture The odor of flowers I find oppressive My eyes
