Marching to death's bell Descending into hell Judgement day is hear & you fate is dear March to die, die, die, die Take my mind & soul Countless heads
[Music - MT Lyrics - JB] Marching to Death's bell Descending into Hell Judgement Day is near And your fate is clear March to die, die, die, die
come/dawn on you Ah you..! Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart Unrest in ye must've been the devil in all of us The saints are marching again
the mess around Push me down into the ground Taste the hands that drink my body Fight me in the dark Wrestle your bones over mine Into our moonless march
dark effigy deep in the well. Of disgust... Unnature, undead. Maleficent Destroyer! Revelation... Peers Reflection, Abomination... Reflects possession, Manifestation... Possesses
: (Live With Skin of Skunk Anansie, French Tv Show (Taratata), 10 March 96, Paris.) Skin No I don't want love you, `Cos I know who you are, That`s
heavy a million men march and whole beap of them fail they all worship false gods from dusk untill dawn they kill little babies before they are born they want to possess
power - from Hell - we march... We leave your god behind, he's shaking with fright See the hatred in our eyes shining so bright Possessed by Hell itself
, killing all that we can, we will attack you. Feeling the power of our inner soul, (you) can't stop the fighters. March of the maniacs, battle and war
the one to come and bring it around Tell me Daniel how the harp came in your possession. Are you one of the chosen few who will march in the the procession
who walk in peace How beautiful upon the mountain Are the steps of those who walk in peace Marching round the White House, marching round the Pentagon Marching
Marching without fear The night is filled with souls In coral exctasy The saraband of death Will always follow me Satanachist Satanachist I bear the evil eye Possess
gates of Hell Tortured souls do dwell Guarded well by Chronozon Satanachist Satanachist I mount the virgin Venus Plague the blackened seas I am the souls destructor Marching
His enemies He went through the mockery of a trial He was nailed to a cross between two thieves While He was dying His executioners for His only possession
mess around Push me down into the ground Taste the hands that drink my body Fight me in the dark Wrestle your bones over mine Into our moonless march
We'll grab the MAC-11 when we march, nigga step Fuck with CMR, we gon' march, nigga step Play with Manny Fresh, we gon' march, nigga step Play with my nigga, Baby, we gon' march
the death Tonight we celebrate War and our victory All possessed by the death To take the force by the blood Raise your hands for the final slaughter High pressure marching
