to repent No time to regreat Sailing the sea of sorrow My soul is bleeding A sea of sorrow In the middle of nothing Seeking tomorrow Darkness surrounding
churches with your blood. Metal, truth is black metal Metal, truth is black metal And Hell Metal, truth is black metal Metal, truth is black metal Dark
is a nightmare The smoke is blotting out the moon No, God please stop this bloody slaughter We are off the beaten track All the masses are rebelling To withstand the dark
[K. Vanderhoof / R. Munroe] Dreams of the dark embracing me, these thoughts I can't control Searching for light to set me free, from my troubled soul
that we keep Metal church, unholy, who'll you be the sacrifice? Metal church, the only, don't you know the time is right? Metal church will find you
what can I do, I'm lost in confusion Time, I've run out of time, the clock ticks away, just keeping time... an illusion I wallow in the darkness, I suffer
He lived before, He'll live again His thirst for blood will never end In a land far away, in a time long ago In a castle that stood dark and cold He'
pray to their gods And they pray to survive, closing their eyes, they dream to ride On the wings of tomorrow Beyond this realm of death and darkness,
Black metal is the game I play 'Cause no one show me the right way I am a bloody Antichrist, only believe in bad Spit at the church, evil I get Blasphemer
the brightness of my day I want to hear the pealing bells Of distant churches sing But most of all please free me From this aching metal ring And open
us because back in 1982, it was the most brutal metal song ever! We've tried to keep that alive!] Fog in the streets A church clock beats Midnight - darkness
throw up and up up, a king full of virgin kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of robes-sutures harry and pig meat,
up and up up, a king full of virgin kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the
a stereo, like the house ain't a home, and a chair is just a chair, ask Luther Van Go to work, go to church, let your dreams die Bowtie, final call, and
the secrets that we keep Metal church, unholy, who'll be the sacrifice Metal church, the only, don't you know the time is right Metal church will find
Black metal is the game I play 'cause no one show me the right way I am a bloody Antichrist, only believe in bad Spit at the church, Evil I get Blasphemer
Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone; Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone; Taken by the Church, his soul will be
family reunion in a car on the Long Island expressway when I heard it) (Rooselvelt Projects) (I was in...) (I was outside of church when I was really