Back in the days of laughter and fun We were the perfect to prevent any tears to come Promising that nothing could ever fail You weren't ready to receive
in a one way make you're running high blind never stopped to reality wonder why the key is yours in the palm of your hand but where would you go if you
Is poverty the plague of the new generation? Economical corruption caused by leaders of oppression Cheating you with words false and meaningless to them
my existence the godless above your twisted values I breathe released from the chains the indoctrine of my brain the seeds of man misplaced its all inside
Your lips are violent, no one will win I can tell it from the look in your eyes From the smell of leather on your skin Here it comes, sparkling, I'm on
manipulated history altered values built your tyranny nature waas your biggest fear not living ife while its here human instinct natures guilt, 2000
Turn around, look at me I'll tell you what's bothering me! Where's responsibility? Do we have the same ideas? The abject sense of humour That you're trying
翻訳: Invocator. 後産.
[Wheghtor:] "Simon the Starchild, the Chosen one, I am the Adversary, the king, my son. Cast aside your Hesitation and summon the ghouls. Invocate the
He deals the cards as a meditation And those he plays never suspect He doesn't play for the money he wins He doesn't play for respect He deals the
Well, it was all that I could do to keep from cryin' Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin' You never
Oh yea, know that shit Sounds so good, I wanna ride along Yea this is K Sui, K Su psycho Miko here Givin' you the easy muthafuckin' listenin' sounds For
In the glory of thy sparking Might reflect the world its essence O naamah, let the pillar of existence Break down and give place to the gloom That emanates
Sacred night on the Eve of May We gather before the stars Taste the Hunger of the Fire Vastness of the Continuum Heretics of a way unseen Celebrate, the
Ghouls attack the church Crush the holy priest Turning the cross towards hell Writhe in satan's flames Crush the priest The feeble church Dead - your
Master, take wing over the desert And parched land Master the art of suffering A divine dance Summon the master Mouth incendiary evocation Black flame
When you're weary and discouraged and you're feeling down and low When your friends forsake you and you have no place to go When your burdens seem too
For those whose eyes would see Render them in faith to me For all those seeking peace In my arms their strife shall cease And place in me the agony You