If you should leave me, I know it would grieve me So honey, please remember Absence makes the heart grow fonder For somebody else I love you dearly,
Scorching down the mountain with a roar of thunder Ravenous undertow that drags you under Violent thrashing in the jaws of fury Scathing hate from the
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The absence of god will bring you comfort, baby, And planning's for the poor so let's pretend that we're rich, And i'm not my body or how i choose to
Absence, of my life. Absence, of myself. Dry away, my tears of glass. You'll hear my screams, when they stop. Death is, the final silence. Absence, of
Silently we have been observing you Watching closely your every move Taking notes of your sickening motives Gaining information of your forces Preparing
We corner the christian pigs Attack with full force Their cries for help are useless Because we already killed their god [Cho:] Humble fuck of death -
Fuck you please, then some more Hardened beyond believe All these years have taught us well There's no compassion at all We detest you and your world
Into the eye of the storm It hits you like a train And crawls under your skin You are sure of death Afraid of everything else Into the eye of the storm
When you choose the path of vengeance Be prepared to sacrifice everything on the way Keep the flame of hate burning forever Do not hold back at all for
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It is about the power of the hand, the power of the man Mastering your mind It is about stimulation, that of a firm grip How to use your hands It is about
I fuck your girlfriends yet you worship me I am a ruthless bastard, a total s.o.b. I have broken up lots of families It doesn't matter, I have no conscience
This world is a maggot I put on a fish hook While I rape your grandmothers dirty fucking corpse
Master Belial, I summon thee from north Bestow your power upon me Fulfil my desires, make me invisible So that my enemies cannot see Lord Lucifer, plague
Oh you will love the suffering We will put you thru Claiming to be the people's prophet Deceiving mad carpenter And now on the way to Golgotha Whipped
I spoke so well that evening I sang so well of light Wish I may wish I might Have this wish I wish tonight The more we sang of wonders The more we drank
He is not mad His thought is clearer than The saner man For in her he saw Beauty overflowing Through the tattered clothes She was his queen She is