axe will make your white hoodies red My axe is my buddy, you let that dixie wave Me and my axe will fuck your mother on your grave Chip, chip,chip [Incomprehensible] My axe
knocked up Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust Black hoodies and black Asics standin' on the pavement Hustlers don't sleep, nigga, we work the grave
white and you're dark as ink Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan But you hate lasagna and the pizza man Now you stand on the grave digga locked and You
-to-the-V E-to-the-D-to-the-I-to-the-G G-to-the-A-to-the-zig-zag-Z Gravedigga, nigga, 6 feet deep I floss my teeth on the Gospel tracks I'm not an Apostle, but I bring the axe
name was Blue Had an old dog and his name was Blue Betcha five dollars he's a good dog too "Here old Blue, good dog you" Well, I shouldered my axe and
with trains Good old boys and girls Congregating, waiting in some other world We're all crazy, we're all crazy We're all crazy Lizzy Borden took an axe
came back, I brought my axe In the shadows, alone in the dark Young victims, I stalk You thought it was over, it's not over I came back from the grave
back, I brought my axe In the shadows, alone in the dark, young victims I stalk. You thought it was over, it=B9s not over. I came back. From the grave
anger rising cancer in me standing like a wall Between the waking world I seek and this infected plane of sleep Love come like an Axe to all this ice
They're rising at midnight They reek of the grave They'll pay back betrayal with rage Girls go chopping for revenge Retribution night Bring the axe
Niin vain aika koitti myös sankarin kirjailtu miekka kourassaan (vaan mies taipumaton veljet rinnallaan tarustoissa elää ainiaan). [English translation:] [WARRIOR'S GRAVE
old dog and his name was Blue Had an old dog and his name was Blue Betcha five dollars he's a good dog too Here old Blue Good dog you Well, I shouldered my axe
, I got my revenge Burning all Europe from Rome to Stonehenge Then one day I wandered to a most depressing place Creepsylvania!!! With no food for my face Alone in a grave
CONTROLL RUNNING CHAINGUN LOAD PROTOCOLS ACCESSING TARGETING INFORMATION DIRECTIVE ESTABLISHED DEVASTATION Pulled from the dark of your stony grave
, just pure feriocity... Consumed and left to welter, In shredded entrails and long dessciated pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I walk from the grave
trash Six feet closer to your doom From this grave I will exhume Horrid flesh my blade consumes As I destroy your earthen tomb! Vacant Grave To remove
The mouldy earth crumbles under my pick-axe, The hardened turf gives up its morbid harvest, Cracking the earthen crypt with my rusted spade, Disinterrment
, man. where you're guaranteed to score. another lifeless, rotting corpse to rape is all that i crave my unholy need to sow my demonseed makes me find a fresh grave