boom That is for tools The coop I'm in say va va voom Then it go puune nigga I'm gone I'll see you soon On the moon Put me in the dirt and watch me bloom
dark and I feel nothing The dead dog howling with smiles and teeth the art of breaking apart The simplest thing, can lead to catastrophe That blood
the blood of the beast and hold the key to deaths door i suck the entrails out of a ripped virgins cunt dry the maggots fall like rain, blood is pissing
sky When each one fell sparkling to the ground I made wishes that never came true Apparitions of angels with angry eyes Appeared at each new moon My
hand between the things of John Finn's wife They seemed to yawn awake, her things It was a warm and very ferocious night And the moon was full of blood
the night I spent amongst her bones And I past beside the mission house Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend Shrieked and flapped About life after you're dead
mud with blood, sweat, and tears, sucking it up yo, you wonder where I am right now I'm probably somewhere on the microphone fucking it up dead or
am dead And as the prince of hell I'm calling you Blood on the floor, blood in my mouth I love the taste of death Decaying afterbirth falls from her face
to wear And new bodies to inhabit And new lies to guzzle And how I loved The moon, and its sheets of seeds The moon tiding in your body The smell of your blood
dust Dead birds are falling from the sky The place that you've named paradise Emptiness what I can feel The rain that falls taste like blood The arrive
Dark, ropy liquid, entrap the potential Offer the blood! OFFER THE BLOOD! A dark current pulls Cataclysmic forces enhance the view I become the Dead
Confutatis maledictis, Flammis acribus addictis. When the sun is flustered And the moon is free The great little master Write a bitter melody The notes
command Lord of the damned [Verse 2] The fire is burning, flaming red as blood. A giant cauldron. Dead meat we're heating up. The stars are falling,
little holes inside your blood vein Celebrate the life of the dead and call it Samhein (Mr. Bones) I got the feeling Got the craving of an animal Clothes covered in blood
mind My soul is in the sky I fly My altitude is very high I fall and crash in the graveyard with the dead A pale moon hangs in the sky, blood red Mislead
am the one spoken of In the ancient curse Stars - falling down The sun and moon now meet as one Water - changing form Like knifes of blood cut thru
reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business