extol They flock to feast on my cadaver To sever flesh and drain my heart Unbound celestial assassins Out from the umbra they depart Conjunction standstill
, with a heart full of rage And I'm just too stuck in my ways (You hear me?) Its how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage And I'm just too stuck
don't care Everyone is so full of shit Born and raised by hypocrites Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradle to the grave We are the kids of war and peace From
s been a long night and it's cold there, outside As I watch the break of day It's starting to rain like the sky is crying in pain for me I hear the sound
your darkness there's nothing better than a friend give light into my darkness... free of pain, free from doubts, free of fear Can you see the colours in the new born
time is short, our castles built on sand of make believe. At the gates of eternity the heart is free. And I will remember this something's there that's stronger than our pain
in my element Once I get up there on the album charts l'm gonna win myself a billion hearts when they see Little me Saving the world tonight Pious rage
joyous laughter Alters of the flesh Equinox eternal glory El descends in death Satan's empire A new born flaming star Children screaming out in pain
old from the day I was born' you said 'been getting sold from the day I was born' you said 'been losing hold from the day I was born' you said 'it's been
We fall, but we never stay down We stand up on higher ground Take 2 steps forward - 1 step back My heart is right on track Through the drama and the pain
to veil away my pain The dirty grey surrounding me 'round And now I hear no sounds... I feel like ? ? ? from ? ? As I wonder how I keep from going
the silver moon power in our hands we have the rage of millions of fire in our eyes we have the demons' hatred in our hearts we have the pain of our
In Our Hands We Have The Rage Of Millions Of Fire In Our Eyes We Have The Demons' Hatred In Our Hearts We Have The Pain Of Our Ancient Fathers In Our
in a world full of doubt Rejected as an orphan boy Torn from his mother's side Dogmas were thrown in his way Obstacles from which to pass The pain his
bolder But there's no defense against a syndicate soldier As we reach the final stage Some think I'll engage in a conflict That's sick with violent rage I gain fame from
demon from inside i'm the rage that drives to kill, my thrill for death i can't deny i am agony, your fear and pain is my obsession i'm the prince of
how many times have you lied cheated acted conceited didn't needed you want it how many times runnin how many scars and cuts bruises from the battle from
