Overkill, enough is enough There's nothing left of me to devour You've had your fill, I'm all I have left What can stop your hunger for power? 'Cos you
it would end badly, it took a while but it did And I hung my head sadly and got used to it I'll see you at some funeral you know I've got a few in mind
Her window was hung like a painting She worried it might come to life She stared for hours So obsessed was I and self-absorbed That I didn't see that
hunger his howling is heard in the night among the mist and the moonlight the sound of the huge trembita is echoed away from the carpathians we announce the funerals
[Music: Knjaz Varggoth, Saturious / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth] The Blood is in Wolf Footprint The Hunter Has Won His Hunger His Howling Is Heard In The
raise my fists and yell it, I wish that I could have this moment a bit longer, In the midst of the moment, the moment gonn' get stronger, But shit hunger
the moist lividity Torn from the tomb for your lustful desire My fouled viscera are what you admire An unholy union on a funeral pyre A caseated
it's true we named our children after towns That we've never been to and it's true That the clouds just hung around Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral
' up at the funeral at dawn The long broken arm of human law Now it always seemed such a waste, she always had a pretty face So I wondered how she hung
clothes His track shoes barreled and bloomed He earned his keep a fightin' the bulls and savin' us hard ridin' fools I was down in the well and hung in
to finish it What has man become a funeral pyre Now that judgment's near, prepare to die Need to suffer, lust for power Mindless hunger never win Final
When the blood in your drugs turns to shale They had you hung, drawn and quartered tooth and nail Empty pockets making idle hands Mugging as a job requires
Lyrics by Aldrahn] [Main vocals by Grusom and Aldrahn] I proclaim the victim's fall Now I shudder by the sight of you Crucified by my nails You hunger
The night is near, a night of Hunger This is a funeral for the unkown Bleak as winter, dead as the Moon The presence of Evil lies in the air The power
the vest poppers We can get it on with America's best coppers Soon as the lead pop you, whoever don't make it To the funeral or wake can catch you on
Deep in darkness slumber Endless sleep Nothin' moves Inside my funeral suite Feel the sun slip down as hunger strikes Waking like bein' born Here comes
dawn, the supreme rage burn Of unholy spirits They hunger for your life Which doesn't really exist Because their will Is to see you suffer They...hunger
Holy war inside their head Holy men who walk with the dead We don't want your holy war Don't need this bloodshed anymore The funeral pyres burn evermore
