lie on the black altar All crosses turned Green blood drops from the walls Demoniac monsters grin at me All over signs of the evil A man with a black
the black altar all crosses turned green blood drops from the walls [CHORUS 1:] Demoniac monsters grin at me all over signs of the evil a man with a black
Translation: Destruction. Black Mass.
they shared now the prince knelt down for communion of the time that he fast and the father he blessed his child with the blood of the black mass! black mass
began to morph And reinvent themself, I grew like a black blade Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast Leaving behind a path of destruction
closing statements, if they should argue Let us beg to differ as we set aside our differences And assemble our own army to disarm this weapon Of mass destruction
what the past done passed us 'Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes Phases that trap us and cage us like classes Foggin' my glasses, lost in a mass
You could pass me to baby's zoo One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food, blah Get it clear, now, why they lookin' for Saddam? Weapons of mass destruction
Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields are
Generals gathered in their masses just like witches at black masses evil minds that plot destruction sorcerers of death's construction in the fields the
the dead Father killing mother, daughter, son suicide pact Butchers black 24/7, a sign of the times Self-destruction, self destruction A human disease
we do What's tunnel, oh, mind it's soldiaz, I'm bought masterline at this line These bookaz that welfare line and can forget that black on black crime
Ross Bay grave Black mass begins Blasphemous prayers Are being chanted backwards Black pentagram cult Are ripping up dead corpses Burning the chapel The
pray disaster for the Land of love and trust Demons plot a way to turn The Heavens into dust. The standard bearers chosen From the mass of Satan's dogs
shores? Like a ship afloat at sea, a Flying Dutchman are we? Destined to roam the seas, locked out without a key Is it curtain call on this theatre so black
Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields the
Gen'rals gathered in their masses, Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction, Sorcerer of death's construction In the fields
