[A.Romano - R.Iorio] Por tu muerte. Esquivando patrullas de la noche enferma, tibio amanecer en las llanuras, sostenido en piernas. Bajo el sol mi
Think I'll stay home and chill out here tonight I'm turnin' off my cell phone And I will shine in the sky as the sun with sunglasses And I need to take
The sky's black with locusts My eyes are burning stars The a mountain of gold teeth In every bank vault in this world Wanna try and steal my face My
Front and center ten percent pulled apart Vilified tolerate but only to patronize Hang a noose like a crucifix dangles high Leg breaking for your sheep
Caribbean sunrise on the sea lighting rays on the red horizon ships appear with sails that seem to blaze forty fearless outlaws always ready to fight
Necklace of blood droplets mix with your kiss Immense oblivion waits upon your lips Black candle wax dropping down upon your skin Stark conjuress speaks
Hungry for love tonight Taste me I'll taste you Servant of my delight Make me go The look on your face Skull session X rated lesson Skull session Skull
Your skull is red Fingernail red Your bones are red And it feels gold Your lungs are red Fingernails red Your clothes are red And it feels gold
Mean and infectious The evil prophets rise Dance of the macabre As witches streak the sky Decadent worship of Black magic and sorcery In the womb of
I took the first bus out of coca-cola city 'Cause it made me feel all nauseous and shitty I took the first bus out of shell town 'Cause they didn't want
Journey to the center of your empty fucking skull Listen up and then jump off a bridge You're stupid and useless - the village idiot Face the facts, you
There is history in this place There are dragons to be chased And though I don't know who you are An easy flow and a strong, a strong heart And the charm
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna move from the bed down, to the down to the, to the floor I wanna ah-ah, you make it
power As they strain to make a defense The bringer of death descends Skull fragment armor It's a trophy of war Pieces of cleft craniums shield the gore
[Lyrics by Chris] Lying there cold after a torturous death Your life ended fast you took your last breath Dead in a grave, your final place The maggots
Maneges sont les pistes, avec le biff jamais on transige. La dope est dans leur pif, mon district comme zone de transite. Renoi la coupe est neutre,
Tus doscientos huesos y un collar de calaveras, Para que sepa volver y volverte a encontrar, Deja que pueda traer alivio a tu boca to night Y no desaproveches