have, is one made of thorns. Hail Murder, your god of filth wont help you now. Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one. Hail murder, as the nails
Fordítás: Dark Funeral. Hail Murder.
, is one made of thorns. Hail Murder, your god of filth wont help you now. Hail murder, soon you to meet the evil one. Hail murder, as the nails are
of heaven tonight To the battered face of the soul We are damned from power burnt black Watch as we crush their laws Hail to funerals And feast upon
like a corrupted carnivore A puppet meant for murder, tempted by a twisted mind. Oh lord, exorcise this creature lurking in the dark windings of my
: [Intro:] Do you know the color of murder? Do you understand what the color of murder is? (You'll be written out the will of Priest) It's what I write
