the ceremonial rites Desolation,desecration, restrictions are told Deterioration of the mind and dead souls Angel of doom 7th trumpeteer awakened Devotement of the angels
the songs of the child The dead angel's alive In the eyes of the world For the roots to the soul In the heart of the wild I'm the angel alive
as we decended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, 'nay, a million voices, full of fear. And terror posessed me then. And I begged, "Angel
your normal voice of doom It was a happy song, sung slightly out of tune And he'd say, "Everyone will die and go to heaven And we will all be angels
and see what's inside this pinata and rolling kilos in gym(?) is one saga one chapter of black magic, I'm Harold potter feels like I'm doomed to dealing
it rain in my window pane inside I'mma insane angel No gold at the end of my rainbow Get a hold of myself 'fore my brain go boom Sittin in my room consumed with doom
animal of the dusk I'll blow the planet to dust Hell boy acid drenched Dead lift danger Born with horns fight it I'm the misguided angel Touched by tradgedy
look back A serpent bit her on the leg But she took that From February till june four months of gloom 2 more months before their doom They try to consume
10, I made her sit on this jock Spits quick game innovator chick generator Quick trip James Lemonader This is the beginning of blingin' and houses and women Welcoming angels
that evil motherfucker Damian Cuttin loose I'm startin funk like Fox Doom juice with doom roots I'm rippin fruit loops apart I'm infested with the doom
breakfast Kickin in your door At 3:47 in the morning Time to wake up, so I can do your bitch ass wrong I got my ?? yawnin Hear comes trouble Hell's angel
Angels from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth; Ye who sang creation's story Now proclaim Messiah's birth Shepherds, in the field
A bit of finger is good for me come into my mind and maybe you'll see the leaf is sweet and the fairies wear boots the hand of doom is planning your
that you showed to me Who ever would have guessed? I went out on lower broadway And I felt that place within That hollow place where martyrs weep And angels
With steaming breath, firey eyes, watch him burn in rage Sailin' on for seas unknown, his quest is plainly clear Trot across the barren land the angels
- ahhhhhh ah Everybody's trying to leave Millions left this place before us Now we all want to leave also Restless angels fall on a slide Leading to the doom
more A nuclear power plant scare Breathing out the flame of doom Cursing all evil on the land Nuke metal sinning calling of war Angel's blood dripping
(Music : Rutan / Lyrics : Vincent) Hatework... Bringer of doom Hatework... What I have in store What has the devil got to do with it I?m brewing my toil