hang above your head, Accused of witchcraft, for making metal It's time to burn, Hell on Earth, a second birth An Age of pain. Lapsing into time, gazing
Wittenberg And the empty streets and pavements of the town Everything sinks into dead tears And craves for charlatantry Mephisto you are born inside me again But will you speak
we serving these beats in addition to serving MCs 'Til they go berserk and then freeze Any day of the week I speak through speakers You can burn with
distant stars chilling in its failings With planets spinning deep in space parading all its flavours We sit and stare into the night and contemplate forever Slip away into
How can I dwell Into a dream of fear Can't even tell if I am awake or asleep Can't hear myself speak or breathe Can't see or move, can't even feel Thirsty
churning sky Drawn to the beckoning light Of the dark eternal night Trapped in a hellish dream Spinning past worlds unseen And frightfully vanishing Into the dark eternal
Horde From Hell Rides Entering The Earth Raping The Souls The Living Dead Shall Rise Apocalypse Destroying All Peace And Holiness Destroying Light... Eternal
'Cuz they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will this baby shine? Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from
in the pack No chances, no patience Obedience in a mental fraction An example of excuse The virgin behind logic Intimidate this full restraint Sink into a lurid thought God is dead, love is dead
very world which is our eternity at the moment. Eternity isn't some later time eternity isn't a long time eternity has nothing to do with time eternity
we serving these beats In addition to serving MCs 'Till they go berserk and then freeze Any day of the week I speak through speakers You can burn with
over Wittenberg And the empty streets and pavements of the town Everything sinks into dead tears And craves for charlatantry Mephisto you are born inside me again But will you speak
Wittenberg And the empty streets and pavements of the town Everything sinks into dead tears And craves charlatantry Mefisto you're born inside of me again But will you speak
, bringing pestilence and carnage whenever they set foot upon the earth... And yet, the scrolls also speak of the Others, known by some ancient, long-dead
breathe the scent of death tombs of ancient souls lie in sacred forms ruler of the dead speak the names of might hold the sacred rite once you walked
you with weed vapour, then the Taser, then the Laser, then the Maser Then somethin' they call Scalar "That is not dead which can eternally lie And with
Cuz they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will this baby shine? Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from