silicone fella in the vanilla cone The school even play the recorder Now days he work for FEDS And plays his recorder You think he placing he taping his order Marking
end When ancient blood spills upon the earth While quenching the thirst Of thy elder blade Unholy serpent rides above the clouds Severing the heads of all marked by
Mark me with thee, stainless Ar Most real, so clear and bright they shine both eye and star Descend upon the dead, black sky By a grace of just one
if you can form Slap up a cop and then snatch 'im out of his uniform Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hangin' by his balls from the horn
Red Clay Renegades, violence is Minute Maid(?) Still thugged out, hooked on Alize and Hennessey Strictly in it til the day the game finish me Honk your horn
sky Wild, whistling winds carried them sorely, and sailed them bristly in the same shady sky. In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their
(Monster) You will know true horror as your body slowly dies (Monster) Yo, black magic, devil horns, wake the devil, we perform We'll weigh more bodies and dead by
(written by kevin griffin) (transcribed by ferlen david iii) Here's a story-- I took a country ride one day When the rivers froze and the sun began
by Vargher] Fire-winged legions In shelter of darkness They ride Possessed by Evil In the shadow of death They hide The Devil's Demons They ride by their
blood Seven deadly blades, with the devil's mark Satanic tools to slay the ones of God The Ripper's return, you're going to burn And die by the blade
the next day I hung over My head still hurt like hell I begged to her have mercy But she pounded on me just like a nail She unwrapped all by chocolates
hours a day. And she's now promoted to a bon-bon? And traveling around like some goddamn pussy! She thought she can pull the world by that I wasn't
Next day they found the car at the bottom of the drop The young cowboy was found beside the wreck His car had been consumed by fire, the cowboy had no marks
[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes] [Music by Gerhard Storesund] I've had my courage measured By the great heroic death Behind a grisly image A grim and ghastly
god quenches his thirst [Bridge] To the realm of the beast dwelling To the throne of the horned one To those who vear his mark To those who seed the
by trade, Quite a bundle I've made, I'm a unionized roofin' old son-of-a-gun. Mark & howard: He's a unionized roofin' old son of a gun! (1988:) Ike
way of my ancestors, the paths of their brave acts... the paths that are forgotten today by many asleep people by fallacious realm of happiness and peace. Their hearts are poisoned by
(e.a.poe) Jeff performed a reading of this poem by edgar allan poe for the tribute compilation closed on account of rabies, produced by hal willner.