Sometimes strugglin' hustlin' jugglin' the game, tryin' to keep from trouble and sin/ Wanna let this darkness evil in? No no no/ I won't let 'em win
I be Hey, I'ma be back on the deck Opening business in places for you to cash your check My neck of the woods ain't all good, ain't all bad You can live
put me on the wheel. Uh, no, uh, put me on the wheel. Uh, oh, oh, yeah, all right tie, yeah, tie me up, all right, all right, yeah, all right. Now spank
high Defying all the gods Satan laughs the words of war The Heavens shake with fear Armageddon sings his song The battle's ever near. Let the joyous
Is this happening to me or is it just a dream Summon the dead.......... Baphomet's call.......... Blood on my hands........ "Let me out of here" My bones are decayed, my flesh
course all this you know Tell me about the lambs Clarisse tell me why you're scared I know when your father died something died in there To see simplicity in any mortal
Cleanse thine eyes, let truth appear The world is deceived, judgment is near Mankind is fallen, believed the lies Confused and have not seen the evil
rays plaited together with chains of flesh such a calm morning... and the earth's crust explodes with the carpet of thousand flowers music of all spheres
Originally performed by Bathory Leave the world of mortals to walk into the mist to stalk unto the other side Plains of otherness The utter emptiness
to serve forever in shadows Master of the dark and living death No life anymore only darkness and pain Shape of shadow no flesh nor blood All passions
Gripping their illusions They cannot let them go Hunger for the flesh Leads them to a weaker heart Mortals who imprison themselves Let them have a new start Let
I cannot hide The gods leave no choices so we all must die Oh achilles let thy arrows fly, into the wind, where eagles cross the sky Today my mortal
and goddesses. Bless our conjuration, for we have gathered from lands afar. Enhance our perception, through these enchanted plants bizarre. Let us see the ganja kingdoms. Let
collaps. Tragic legend, eerie stratum. Twisted, this mortal flesh invoked again, with the echoes still haunting; The curses chanting. Embrace this outcast state of chaos. After all
Let's see a mortal type Receiver This new one's made of skin I can see her She will get eaten up by All kind people Avoid the eye of contact She's seen
Leave the world of mortals to walk into the mist to stalk unto the other side Plains of otherness The utter emptiness Where time have ceased and dark
flesh apart Through my cloudy vision Billows of crimson, signal the feast One last bite, coming from all sides Confusion, pain, mortality Reminds that
The Harvest Time has come to be I lay the world to rest. Mortals pleading for release It's all for the best... Castigate... the foul flesh of a despotic