NO puede ser feliz con la muerte aqui sin saber que hacer Yo naci aqui sometido aqui enterrado aqui en la tumba NO puede ser feliz con la muerte aqui
Wertensuche Fahrtensuche Gefahrtensuche Auf den verborgenen Pfaden der Ahnen Wohin fuhrt er uns ? Seine Abzweigungen ? Wo endet dieser Fluss ohne Ufer
One time I drove to see a girl across the country One night as I was driving through to Mexico I had the windows wide open, it was cold and I was crying
You fucked me over You stupid fucking bitch... die! Chop off your head, And chop off your tits... slut! You broke my heart - Now you are fucking dead
Now I remember very well a tale my daddy used to tell About old Simon Crutchfield and a friend Now Mary was his pretty wife and they loved every breath
Silenced by death in a grave W B Yeat's couldn't save Why did you stand here? Were you sickened in time? But I know by now Why did you sit here? In the
It's a killer and it prowls night after night It's a murderer in the vault it lives for a fight It's a story of a soul that has come for revenge On murderous
I Can See Peace In Your Eyes, I Can See Will In Your Eyes, For A Last Act of Life I Can See Sacrifice In Your Look (Of A Soul Once I Livd Pierced Times
It feels like I'm looking at life Through a telescope because I'm so high And the ground never seemed so far away Truth shall be told one day I'll be
Will I step out from this dark world And awake to life And hardly fight until the Valkyrs came And I've seen bleeding warriors falling down And I wish
I am stretched on your grave and will lie there forever if your hands were in mine I'd be sure we'd not sever my apple tree my brightness it's time we
Eating the trash without strings in the middle of everywhere. The world is a tomb. Stacking bodies on top of buildings and vice versa. A child floating
Silenced by death in the grave W B Yeats couldn't save Why did you stand there 'Where you sickened in time But I know by now Why did you sit here? In
I am allergic to my own tongue Licking my wounds, end up in Tears I sweep my teeth in yellow Spit Rotting Christ before my eyes I spit in the mouth of
Diggin' the Grave does not have lyrics. It's an instrumental.
Go Stop pretending that you're better You're as guilty as all the rest You're planning shelter from this division A ruined cities aftermath Some people
ich schau hinauf zu den sternen, doch das, was ich seh ist nur die feuchte erde und der sarg, er ist so kalt, er bringt mich fast um, wenn ich nicht schon
A motherf**ker recognize a thug mashin' hard Straight out the plot of my cemetery yard Buried so long, nobody gave a shit Blood and tears, embedded in