Lord below, Your abysmal horrors we call forth Awaken, rise up and cleanse this earth with fire The taste of victory awaits our wicked tongues As You
lord below, your abysmal horrors we call forth awaken -- rise up and cleanse this earth with fire the taste of victory awaits our wicked tongues as you
Oversættelse: The Black Dahlia Murder. Thy Horror Cosmic.
: lord below, your abysmal horrors we call forth awaken -- rise up and cleanse this earth with fire the taste of victory awaits our wicked tongues as
Handed black flowers Lined with dead moss They release the pungent stench of disease Scorched by the sun Decayed to ashes Animated sleeves of despair
the darkening sky, your destiny shall be set You face the pain of agony, and your mortal blood shall be shed Crimson sky turns to black, wind mourns with
Je vis dans la mort Massacre de porcs Je vis dans la guerre Je n'aime pas mon pere Je vis dans l'suicide Le monde est une ruine Je mange de la viande
body's made of hand grenade Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade That sounds sick maybe one eday I'll write a horror Blackula
Eurythmics Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile Whether Jew or gentile, I rank top percentile Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays My grammar pays, like Carlos Sanatana plays, 'Black
niggas and represent Queens Run up in ya cribs, fill ya tubs with gasoline Smash ya plaques, tie ya arms back What's ya worse nightmare, Black? I'm beyond
's World War four, I mean the red form No need to crowd, the name is aroused up in the dead zone New World Order, I only flow wit the real horror Chrome
put my son in your place Now we can get by and form an ill duo we'll fuck you though 'Cuz I'm the boss like Hugo You know the name black My grown-nal
Uhh, yeah, c'mon, Black Rob Where Black Rob at? PD world tourer, Harlem horror We back Yeah, ya, ya, y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time
Double and Too Short, what the fuck you thought? I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when I swing I'm born to mack, always strapped, with the black
on loosed of the shackles and free of the grave their vengeance knows no bounds Raging hunger pierces the black, in the flicker of their morbid gaze
But +I+ ain't +Dream About+ no motherfucker named +Jeannie+ Shit was intense, it had me sweatin like crack Sorta like a horror flick for every motherfucker who dissed the black
There's no escaping There's no place to hide You scream 'Someone save me' But they don't pay no mind, goodbye You're walkin' down a horror corridor It
