On my past suffering The voices at last smothering To hell with your excuses What do you know of desperation? You people never feel the pain Of dark eyed angels in a desperate hell
Fordítás: Christian Death. Született Hell.
your eyes, send your soul to Hell While your body is covered in flies Spazz like John the Revelator trippin off of acid The desperate man with a handful
did know About our spell We'll all go to hell In the 7th month 1999 The king of terror will start his death machine The 3rd anti-Christ will turn sun
little solace And some piece of mind Whatever just as long as I don't feel so Desperate and Ravenous I'm so weak and powerless over you Desperate and
Baxter] Go to hell! [Billy Flynn] What a helling, huh? And social-like too. Her mother owns all the pineapples in Hawaii. [Roxie Hart] What the hell
death, Set souls free. Clouds impregnated, with the lust of despair. Demons congregate, on the eve of strike. Heaven is dormant, deaf to all cries. Desperate
of hell Sign your desperation to the sudden death in spell Raise... the flag of inverted cross Pray, the altar in mist The soul of Christ denies the
down to earth, the adversary Beast of hell, bleed this faith A plastic idol made by man Desperate for vision we search in vain The death of Christ is
hell Sign your desperation to the sudden death in spell Rise... the flag of the inverted cross Pray, the altar in mist The soul of Christ denies the
Cast down to earth, the adversary Beast of hell, bleed this faith A plastic idol made by man Desperate for vision we search in vain The death of Christ
eyes, send your soul to Hell While your body is covered in flies Spazz like John the Revelator trippin off of acid The desperate man with a handful of
