altar the blood is spilled The sacrifice is done Ritualistic cannibalism Giving strenght to the Devil's sons There's a fire burning within me Scorching my soul Unholy
pain when death arrives Gasping for air but life is fading from it's eyes Placed in the tomb as evil power drawing near Reanimate the servant of unholy
Trapped in his spell, leads you to hell the new Messiah emerges Promise of new life, drawn by strife Led into psychotic will Smell the tainted air, your
painted blood upon her lips Passing like a comet so white as to eclipse The Waltz wound down, transfixed Devoid of all breath in the air Even death
ashlar and ice With splendid gigantic aedicules Framed with phallic columns and Mysterious blind arcading, with Misericordian decorated frescoes A sanctuary for ceremonial unholyness
Do you know that you are dead? Scream you fuck, who is now your king? Do you know where you belong? Septic fumes of putrefaction Massacre, unholy war
When I was born broke I was a joke to many But then I said gimme that respect now your on my jimmy The Unholy, bumpin out your system My kinda music'll
i found some teeth in the street, whatever that means. smell the flesh in the air. however i care. plans and bodies. new terror, loose graves. change
I woke up to the sound of German hip hop in my head A great unholy clatter quickly filling me with dread I wondered then if silence had forever disappeared
denim hide I want the lion's share Gather up the broeken chairs Feed my mind unholy tests Do me in I need to rest He sleep swhen nothing's in the air
my side my guide and master Questing through the nine plains of hell Infernal wisdom shall fill my soul Slowly now the days departing The darkened air
my knees I'm hurt Pschiatric disbelieve, "good luck when you're panoplied" A force divided by slavery, a senseless futility A must to see the unholy
And after the years are passing Never asking What about miracles Faith in the space It keeps me guessing With nothing to hate I am lonely And unholy
a constant fight death is in the air Banshees crying through the sky, you don't know where Look up high the corpses will live all the genocide Soldiers march on unholy
Didn't I tell you? Smell that air! C'iy on fire! Quick! Sir! Run and tell! More and more like a witch's spell! There it is! There it is! The unholy smell
still he'll cast the spell. Don't ever look into this evil mind, Unless you want to see his hell. Wicked laughter fills the air. Everyone is laughing
his phallus With her fist she goes so deep in his wide opened anus Her whiplash smashed on unholy flesh Screams of lust and torture The smell of death layed in the air