{Le chien est le meilleur ami de l'homme} Maniac creature with gigantic teething Pay attention to that killing machine Staring (at) me with eyes of hate
{Le chien est le meilleur ami de l'homme} Maniac creature with gigantic teething Pay attention to that killing machine Staring (at) me with eyes of
expect apologies You probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet Realism hard to understand, we stand slanted and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me I pray to black
that Knowing that this world brings drawbacks Look how this shit bumps Once I deliver these war raps Meet me at the cemetary Dressed in Black Tonight
eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease
The earth and heaven will be one Forgetting the loss of my son (Magia, sueAnos, son sus dueAnos, sombras, gritos en sus ritos) In my nightmares, I see a black dog
she did not neigh I do not know What drew our eyes to hers That little black mare did not stir Till I lay down in your arms Poor old dirty little dog
, the river's on the rise I loved you then, and ever shall But there's no one left here to tell The world has gone black before my eyes Well, the world
The hands of time, or the hands of medicine Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake Walk by your casket, spit in your face Enter the fog dog,
used to be I have seen the Devil laugh I have seen God turn his face away I have nothing left to lose I have nothing left to say I have seen the sky turn black
your fate Cu Chulainn Still he stands where the raven lands With Emer as his bride. (The) Legend of Cu Chulainn flies across the land Like the spear of your fate
lost along the way like money in the post holier than most is how you used to act walking round with your Bible spitting out quotes like they were facts paint it black
aches like a junkie on withdrawal, fresh up off the plate Wait, back to the enemy of the state is the Republicans or Democratic candidate Debate, now even the black box hold the fate
spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the
