She's getting ready burnin' with desire she's got a flame in her heart there's no way that you can put out the fire you're gonna get it, got you in her
Might and Lust my work No trust is for man Father of unholy damnation light rewarding assistance for an ended life To every living worm Write an omen
this is what really happened people with no flags raising their voices they?re too busy to decide the destiny of you all they set the demons free,they
You came clearer than ever before You did what no one else can Just never follow up when I'm awake Because I'd hurt you. You'd hurt me too. There's
I went down to the water Like a lamb to the slaughter And didn't know what was waiting for me there Nobody warned me Nobody told me My excuse is I wasn
I keep crouching in remnants of him Of your memory laying all folded in remnants of mine To carve deep enough to see your neck's open pulse I take whatever
Sing to your sisters, your brothers are dead The army retreated, the soldiers have fled The carcass of nations lies out on the plain For many to question
Honey, it's getting close to midnight And all the myths are still in town True love and lipstick on your linen Bite the pillow, make no sound If there
Witchcraft, blood and Satan Meet the face of Death Blood Fire Torture Pain KILL Witchcraft, blood and Satan Meet the face of Death Blood Fire Torture
You came clearer than ever before You did what no one else can Just never follow up when I'm awake Because I'd hurt you. You'd hurt me too. You are
[Mayhem cover] Witchcraft, blood and Satan Meet the face of Death Blood Fire Torture Pain KILL Witchcraft, blood and Satan Meet the face of Death Blood
forlorn, inert being on a dessert, placed in the gloom of feelings blown away by the searing wind borne on the breath of hell a being that shows nothing
Most people take it they get pushed down Bared out of their minds just hanging around Make no decisions they out on a limb Labelled and numbered prospects
[Music by A. Tompkins, J. Sherlock and J. De Ron] The embryo implants the uterine lining, folding within its amniotic abode The gut and neural tubes
Whats the price we pay to feel Up and down on the ferris wheel Just like fluctuations Of self mutilation And whats the cycle we wish we?d pay For some