this far nothing is unreal It is a waste forever dead This blood is on your hands Now you're gone You brought this upon yourself And you will live forever, forever dead
Tradução: Suelo. Forever Dead.
From the grave spring the name of our fathers But there's no glint in a dead man's eye Tell me why are our fields filled with hunger And ??? the crop bitter soil
a handful of soil from each grave Of the dead he wants to send..into Sarah Now quick quick run back to the HOUSE The soil must lie where sarah sleeps
: Down this road of mist and shadow souls of the dead has left their mark the soil have tasted the steps of agony plant the seeds pluck the fruit of
this bitter fruit to mess and wrap it in your soiled dress now you must spit out the seeds (chorus) all dried up and tied up forever all fucked up and dead
all holy And the moon will eclipse the sun forever The christians will suffer the apocalypse Humanity will be an extinged race The abyss will rise from the soil
and then they're there for you You wanted to enter 36 in the soil My technique is speak, have you knocked out weak Forever in it, my slang dick goes so
Take the seed of Frej Put in the sacred soil Make it come alive And fertility will rise Enter Vanaheim Where dead will come alive Magic of Freja Take
forever All fucked up and dead to the world All dried up and tied up forever All fucked up and dead to the world All dried up and tied up forever All
Comrades, the voices of the dead battalions Of those who fell, that Europe might be great Join in our song, for they still march in spirit with us And
wanna see my CL6 they wanna frisk me And young with this dough I get, they wanna twist me You love Mr. Hi, oh now you wanna kiss me Either dead or me
stand reborn Made of flesh my dreams will be Crimson red of blood Do what thou wilt Dreams shall flesh Speak to the dead Dreams shall flesh We are forever Forever
the grave sprang the name of our fathers But there's no glint in a dead man's eye Tell me why our fields filled with hunger And fruitless the crop bittered soil
there He takes a handful of soil from each grave Of the dead he wants to send into Sarah Now quick, quick run back to the house The soil must lie where
complex feeds Bring it on kid I got exactly what you need Twisted metaphors to get your ass in star wars I'ma live forever like Bob Marley just because
