grind its about that mail time in tha middle of it all heaven or hell nigga pick your roll keep it real nigga save your soul and tha world so cold nigga
its about that mail time in tha middle of it all heaven or hell nigga pick your roll keep it real nigga save your soul and tha world so cold nigga neva
in scriptured lies To the memories of a scream And we shall dance amid the ruin As Adam and Evil Dizzy at the falling stars That burn fiercer in throes
clasped In nakedness their ochre flesh Shall yield to thy advance She is all to me Mysterious, alive The howling in the deep woods When cold festal
Oh, sweet Midian I burn for thee at the heart Don't despair me Come bare me on wings Of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets
Cold this night as you feel your fright The horns of doom resound White knight shines and you know why The sky burns the giants light Winter ends but
free to manifest another Towards the heavens he did aspire Now he shall burn who sought the fire Some will mourn the ashes cold While others behold
Lair That Swallows All Disease And The Darkness Shall Be Upon My Throne Of Might And On Ravens Wings I Shall Fly Into Cold Darkness This Unblessed
of a yes or a no. Consider if this is a woman, Without hair and without name With no more strength to remember, Her eyes empty and her womb cold Like
. We're not afraid to die, no one will break this line, This darkened world will hear our cries. Curtain fires, lying in the trenches, buried deep As cold
kill their needs A common way to happiness, but I never learned to sell myself Poets became silent, While clowns arose and burned the books again No
Sons of their nations, lost generations A tragedy beyond imagination Burnt by the sun, drowned in the rain Buried alive in this cold, scorched earth
I keep crying in my dreams, Can you hear my endless screams? When I fade away, I fade away... This fluid on my cheek, It drains me, I get weak My heart is cold
no better So they sold to the pitch-forks of the fire Do g's go to heaven or just young niggas retire Crosses burned 'cause they souls was scarred Hoping
beauty to know years beaten down, passions unknown the bitterest ashes are the souls unwept tears walls of your heaven and pit of your fears the heavens
stench of burning heavens exiled archangels at the golden gates of eden ex oriente lux new age harvest - cruel work invisible inquisition triumph blind disciples shall
see you burn ! [ENDYAMON:] Why must this come to pass Gods of the Heaven's vast, await the Night you die Now . . . THE SWORD OF THE GODS . . . Rise . . . Cold yet Burning