Тексты песен «Doomshade»

When I call to you I'll be leaving you for dead. Hypnotized terrified blood starts running red. Live a life of no return mortally dead. Feel the sea of flowing lust rushing to your head. When I call to you I'll be...

False prophets preach to you about what will be. Send all your money they beg and plead. Raise your hands to the sky, pray with me. Obscene thoughts behind your yes will be your demise Now you just set there and cry...

You see old Albert setting there his face is full of lines. You don't know the things he's done somewhere off in time. He spilled his blood at Stalingrad where he tried to turn the tide. The bullets rang, the bodies...

This time my time, which is at hand. Righteous believers walk across this land. Speak the word, my word, which is sin. In your time the passages have all been read. Disciples who follow me'take you down. People wonder...

You talk your talk, you talk your shit and walk away. I'd like to kick your ass each and every day. Know that I won't take your shit anymore. I think it's time to show you what's in store. I was takin in with your...

Welcome in to the house of the dead. Thousands are standing and waiting. Now you're here hangin' on by a thread, Jawbreaker's comin' your way. Soul killin' serpent with the lazy eye, Don't spit your venom at me...

Long ago there were better days, or so they say. There's no sense living in the past you know it's not for me. Loviatar has her hand on the world, sweet mother goddess of pain. Her vengeance passed through the agents of...

My old friend, is back again, a shadow in the shade Here it comes, a mental rain, fallin' in my head Try my best, fight my way, forever taste the blade Resurrect, my defect, to cast it far away... and Into the fire...

My hate building inside, my fear growing strong. What the f**k you're not good enough Somethin' I thought would last so long. Slammin' my head Rackin' my brain From the torture and the pain I can feel you hurtin me...

I pledge allegiance to the flag. 3M up-grades the body bag. Poison thorn flower, rituals on the hour. Let's she'd some blood for the god of war. That foreign soil is ready to boil. Caravan of insanity, desert of...