Spill forth! Kings shall fall...down before him, as the blood stiffens, His praise all people sing: Spill forth thine respendence! and let thy rampant
And I took my staff, even beauty, and cut it asunder... Have you been into the fire? Carved in stone or pissed in snow, the day will come! The day will
us, sons of the Throne of Ice Winter Bestial Horde swarms into rows Arms raised in a diabolic act of war Sweeping over this Land The Cold Mist of Funeral
place empty of life. Only dead trees are growing hear as it comes from a far Only dead treas are growing hear ............Funeral Fog ............Funeral Fog ............Funeral Fog ............Funeral
complete this funeral From a place empty of life Only dead trees are growing here as it comes from a far Only dead trees are growing here Funeral fog
of blue leaves, blood and snowfall We're indestructible impossible odds Competition stops breathing? I'm a possible cause [Chorus] [Verse 4] The illusion is lifted, the mist
your bad time Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber Infra red aimed at your head Like your name was Sarah Conner Decapitatin', I ain't hesitatin' To put you in the funeral
it, i wanna get it, the lot i gotta get it I gotta get it... Last place. Dont care. Scrub life. I'm there. Red mist. I wear. Wet blood. Big smear. Just
of his Nike's I know it sound cold but this bullet put a hole in my soul Never shorties years stole he was only 17 years old And at the funeral I got
gone catch some slugs and watch this Scenes look like some Niggas in the mist But I guess we got to of y'all For all y'all, the funeral call I don't
ducked icepicks and ice sticks by cops who rookies Hard to be righteous, and when life can just stop for pussy Niggaz killin' over hoes, guns concealed in their clothes Bodies at funerals
am not These passing years have stolen my smile My reflection a stranger Behind the attic door Between the silhouettes The wet kiss of death in the night-time mist
hunger his howling is heard in the night among the mist and the moonlight the sound of the huge trembita is echoed away from the carpathians we announce the funerals
Heard In The Night Among The Mist And The Moonlight The Sound Of The Huge Trembita Is Echoed Away From The Carpathians We Announce The Funerals To The
Immutable, in mists of gold beyond this Acheron How grandiose the touch will be when each caress is gone How bitter rests bereavement on the souls of
, debris of war Lead us to the brink of extinction The time has come for you now to finish it What has man become a funeral pyre Now that judgment's
shipwrecked on the shores of broken dreams For you I sang songs of the nightswan and each line I wrote was a beat of my heart Forever burning on love's funeral
telling when I might have to prove a nigga wrong Some nigga ackin like he bad Now he long gone I'ma be the one in back laughing and giggling in the funeral