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A Reason, Down Here We In The Middle Of Murkin Season [x2] [Verse 2:] And Murkin Season Dont End This Shit Get Around, It Aint Neva Dropping Murkin
Se como eres y no te vere jamas, ciego, sordo... mas no mudo solo un fanatico mas Algun dia a de llegarte tu fin quier estar ally El enemigo habita
My mellow Latee was kicking flavor The R.E. posse said "Yo Latifah we can do this" So I paused in the thought and in my brillance I caught And I agreed
Here it is a dope hit Iceman comin' with the dope hit Cuz a few suckers need their throats slit Jealous cause I went multi-platinum Now I'm gonna blast
Again from above gate we stride at hand Leading the charge into battle Ravaging the lands Shadows flow on the windrippled steps Our black sparkling eyes
Who's the artsy anarchist Who's the magic masochist Who's the piggish postulator Who's the anal agitator Who's the heinous plagiarist Who's the sexy satanist
Wrath of primeval madness Forged from vicious roots Timeless existence plagued soul I vindicate the renegade ones Full moon serpent spirit Emerging in
Under submission for a long time For a thousand years My soul is starting to rot My work is done here I've shed my share of blood, sweat and tears I'm
Temple of hate a place accursed by the Gods the walls all in blood of tormented to death putrid face of Demon gutting sacrifice in light of full moon
This is it Oh This time I know it's the real thing I can't explain what I'm feeling I'm lost for words I'm in a daze Stunned and amazed By your open ways
In these darkened times Nothing fucking matters Why fucking should it Shouldn't you fuck off In these fuck off times All is said and done Emotions dead
Sog um Sog hinunter zu weiten Ebenen darunter. Zug um Zug hinab zu tieferen Ebenen herab. Kein Sternbild bei seiner Geburt, treibt es hinab die kalte
Unholy storms of fury - hear me Open the hell's gate - the empire Invade the mortal world - I evoke Free the forgetful fire Immortal flames of victory
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My wrathful eyes Piercing from the shivering soul-night Onto the hellion hordes On a death-march ride Against the new light Immortal bearers of immoral
There is a point, that is very clear A wrath is coming, in judgement near 7 Seals and 7 Trumpets 7 Bowls in the Prophecy You are on a crash course with
Tulkojums: Ajattara. Sašutums Black Dance.