with broken wings, lying six feet under her blood in your hands feeds my black burning core with flames aimed towards you I come with vengeance and hell
broken wings, lying six feet under her blood in your hands feeds my black burning core with flames aimed towards you I come with vengeance and hell is
is always winter. Can not rest until I found the master key. The master key of trust. In my mind the arctic wind blows. Can not sleep I can not rest before the dawn
Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet's severed head unto all nations" Tremble before us Lords
wrath For flock of tyrants, who know not thy path Come now in sweeping vengeance Come now in needed time I demand as I stand before you Cleanse this
brave her might we are coming home... [Part III - The Eye] [music- Romeo] [lyrics - Romeo] Awakened at dawn - Land dead ahead with the winds of
: slashing through the fight before him dressed in the armor of the dead crossed fists can't deny the sword so swift getting closer to their lair follow
of Dying Stars as the Gods dream their angry dreams Restless Spirits, thoughts arise from the porcelain shuttered rooms they shift and glide The Dawn
see, all things to be seen now know the presence, and choose thy wrath come now in needed time come now in sweeping vengeance I demand as I stand before
him a modern day castrato If such a rumor were true Michael Jackson more that likely Would have had some of his semen preserved before the surgery To
strong my wife is I'm from a time where every song was righteous Before rap was just a swarm of white kids And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness
him a modern day Castrato, If such a rumor were true, Michael Jackson more than likely would have some of his semen preserved before the surgery to insure
dead by dawn Ill child, Black Label Society We Zakk Wylde on you bitches, so live in fear of the enemy My conscience told me let it be but vengeance
Here before the gates of heaven Ancient warrior-gods are marching on Here arise the sons of vengeance Born upon the breast of every dawn Here the time
presence of the sun of the night my soul despise the dawning and the light that it will bring doomed to be nocturnal a creature of the night another dawn
Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet's severed head unto all nations Tremble before us Lords of