Time is a thing we must accept The unexpected I sometimes fear Just when I feel there's no excuse for what happens Things fall into place I know there
I'm just a word in your verse. My longing that hides behind my thoughts breaks me. I only live in your poem as written in grief. I'm just a memory. Another
By black, we ride or so they say Our need for reason, their greed is paid Powers rumble for spiritual sway Paths are laid, then leaders stray It's right
Like a witch over the cauldron They prepare the mortal poison To destroy the health and strength And turn the beauty into filth... The adder laying
Fordítás: Halál. Sors.
Fordítás: MC Hammer. A sors rosszabb a halálnál.
Fordítás: Purgatórium. ... És mi a sors Halál.
: [Lead: Andy] Time is a thing we must accept The unexpected I sometimes fear. Just when I feel there's no excuse for what happens, Things fall into
: Revengeful corpse out to kill Smell the stench, your guts will spill Vomit for a mind, maggots for a cock With his axe the corpse will chop Stare
: Approach the image filled with fear As the image grows so clear Future now takes full control The one whose past you now behold Touch - The flesh it
: Labelled a creation of evil Ridiculed for their shocking appearance Sharing both please and pain Two minds, two hearts, one soul Separating mentally
: Massacred, hacked to death, my revenge Slicing deep, into your flesh, the pain intense Dreams of hate, misery, fill my mind Puke in your face in disgust
: Controlling their lives Deciding when and how they will die A victim of some one else's choice The ones who suffer have no voice Manipulating destiny
: Under command a new-born child Submerged in blood, the dead they smile Growing possessed, burning inside A bloody feast for us tonight The way of
: Always blocking the doors to your mind Escaping the reality that surrounds you Using faith as an excuse to kill A sick way of life is now revealed
: Put your life into their hands Die for someone else Now you're in the real world Where pain and death are felt The first blood shed does not seem
: Creating a life only to destroy Saved from a life of the unemployed Where crime is the only way to survive Which is the best to be dead or alive? Maybe