Abramelin lyrics
Abramelin lyrics
"Plague lyrics"
A Long Time Ago lyrics
And in the land where I grew upInto the bosom of technologyI kept my feelings to myselfUntil the perfect moment comesThen into your blood
And in the land where I grew upInto the bosom of technologyI kept my feelings to myselfUntil the perfect moment comesThen into your blood
Driven by an unknown force, awakened from eternal sleep
Dried up eyes snap open wide as hunger starts to creep
Deflated hearts begin to pump, sunken chests begin to rise
Crypts and tombs around the globe spit forth sepulchral cries
Rotten hands break though the earth,
morgue draws start to open
Funeral parlour
Reality Check lyrics
[Intro] (I have a request tonite...when you here this..that is the introduction) scratching....(do you love pianos?) [Tekniq] This is
s liven up as coffin-lids a broken[Intro] (I have a request tonite...when you here this..that is the introduction) scratching....(do you love pianos?) [Tekniq] This is
Hysteria begins to mount as people flee and try to hide
As shambling armies of the dead begin to end mankind
The uttermost catastrophe, surpassing your worst dreams
Chewing at the insides of vomit-coated cheeks, to prevent your final screams
A hoard of decayed twisted filth, a ho
Real Niggaz lyrics
[(Chorus - Nelly) 2x] Real niggas ride wit' us You haters gotta ride the bus Smoke 'til when my brain gon' bust Bank account so plush, the FEDs
rrid mass of wormy flesh[(Chorus - Nelly) 2x] Real niggas ride wit' us You haters gotta ride the bus Smoke 'til when my brain gon' bust Bank account so plush, the FEDs
The air fills with the stench of rot, diseased and fetid putrid death
A thirst for blood the taste of flesh, their only thought the need to eat
To fondle innards warm and soft, embedding teeth in blood-soaked meat
(Chorus) Lips pulled back in a rictus grin
Bones protrude through decayed sk
Blowin' In The Wind lyrics
How many roads must a man walk down Before you can call him a man ? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand
inHow many roads must a man walk down Before you can call him a man ? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand
Rotten lungs breathe nauseous breath
Through twisted fangs in jaws of death
A vile and nauseous rancid stench chokes the once pure air
Decayed left over dinner scraps, discarded everywhere
An arm, a leg, a severed head - body parts and ravaged meat
Clotted stains lay on the ground of silent city streets