, is already done Failure, of the sacrifice Confronting with your maker, paranoid vision a dream Flesh is dripping cold Day of mourning Death is on
brother skinny and tall my older walks Oceanward and somber, slumber sleeping Flowers in the water, but I?m just his daughter Walking down an icy grave
bye world Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves of the dead, Upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves!
: Embraced by darkness I am lost in a silent void Lying on a cold grave Once mourned now forgotten Since the day I passed the cemetary portals I dwell
grave tonight It always, it always will You take the name of love divine And drag it through your blood Now turn to face what you have made And mourn
His eyes they close and his last breath spoke he had seen all to be seen a life once full now an empty vase wilt the blossoms on his early grave
my true love, As any young girl may, I'll sit and mourn all on his grave, For twelve months and a day. And when twelve months and a day was passed, The
should never know of one." Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe, Emptied out the register, said, "Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe." One day
: Mourning time has worn away hope fulfills our dreams Buried in time, deep in our minds Heroes of our past will never fade away oppressed we are, slaves
my love is dead and in his grave doth lie, The green grass grows o'er him so very, very high. I'll sit and I'll mourn his fate until the day I die, And
The dancer without eyes dances between the graves... the crows shout the name of the next one that will die... Mourning day...... Mourning day!!!!!!
growing devastation. brings human extinction this plague aims at our weakness. predetermined sky. cradles fall into pine for the mourning. wailing cries blend endless each day
stand beneath the clouds In ocean of moonlight Damn this life! It's obsolete Eternity will be my grave I make my step behind the line This day will decide
his grave Well Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life Three children Now they were brave Well that dirty little coward That shot Mr. Howard And he laid poor Jesse in his grave
be hard cause I'm a young playa that loves to get paid Until that day I'm gonna pimp whores until I go to my grave (Gangsta) Now as I sit and reminisce
