The heritage of evil flows like a dark river
Terror comes
Terror, the call of hell
Weird power blows, the demon s day, the death s encounter
Sinister clang, tolling of the devilish bell
Locust
Locust
Locust
I spitted death
To a black crown
To it s blackness
On your way searching tranquillity
lots of images pass your mind
Most of them are coloured black
They disillusionize your mood
Your once beloved one has left you behind
There is no way back, there is no turning-point
It s like a curse spoken... on you
The end so near...
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She’s a pretty young thing
pretty young thing
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[Verse 1:]
She put it down
She put the thing on me
Without a doubt I know that she...
Talk is cheep,
I can t afford the, price of wasted time...
Who will reap the profit of the lie?
Fantasy,
Illusion fusion impressions of a high...
Sacred is the being of the lie.
Drawn is a picture of myself,
It...