Join us into hresholds of moonless light Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames Incendere Magi Hortus Rosarum Black roses, laced with silver
't it You could paint it how you may, but I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay where the worms stay I spit it for my nigga's sake I spit it for myself
surely cleanse of wrongs and reichs When you and I and all else dies... It's rotting down This carcass Maggotropolis Interdependent as worms to the
from a rabid ass country. Camu Tao Who want to get it? You all acquitted. You need to quit it. Getting evicted, you little idiot, pitching tickets. It
light splits Theraputic, fiend for the music Floating on the last boat sent from the cruise ship it saves your soul It's time to take this show on the road It
it down I just rhyme about den And da secrets I'm finding out And dats alright ain't it Look how bright I painted experience Gain it, maintain it Same
It was fair as morning And full of heaven dew Then it put on darkness Declined its softness And put on the symptoms Of its sickly age It bowed its head It
crook Betty-shook worm, tryin to shake the hook, as the world turn Nigga burn, once again the supersperm Rub it in your skin, like it's Lubriderm, time
through your left clavical Melt swizz suits and paint the avenue's Havoc How you want it? Bent Scheme or straight blunted Many are rare, rore, Havoc has just over done it
man motherfuckers are clowns man; Hip-hop's too nice It's too pretty What are you gonna do to it Necro? Take a razor, and slice it! [Necro] Yo, peep
you feel the jaws of my bastardsword when I stab you in the back? Frost in your spine, immunes you from all pain into a peaceful sleep Spots of black
Too soon the killing was over The stench of death was all that remained Death he commands in this poison land Distributing pain The choking sky, black
the wind To tell the tale of Lydia, her legacy begins uprising Unveiling the absurdity in the tragedy of man And it?s hero the all seeing worm The pain
of the Worm" They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie They never die - in "the Womb of the Worm" they lie. At the gravesides of sad lonely
wish it done. From thy false tears I did distil An essence which hath strength to kill; From thy own heart I then did wring The black blood in its blackest
like a wild beast Crawling like a worm The dream of my life is slowly fading away Of the blackest kind - A nightmare? Of the blackest kind - It's more
Black worms and exclamations Challenge of spoken lies Holocaust - filled greed and ignorance the Betrayal of human laws Irruption of pain Infection
said he would draw I stand firm, and it hurts to live it You open that can of worms, I hope you ready for the dirt that's with it Slap a hoe, snatch