The foul stench empowers you as centuries of hatred wash over your soul What was once pure and hopeful has been murdered in a blinding fury Simple
Lacerated slumbering ancients, Stirred from rest they clamor Calling forth the vehement storms That shall thrash the earth Taste the scorn of thy
[Music: Rene, Lyrics: Immortal] I've become a victim of the night And walk in the emptiness Suddenly I smell corpselike odour My body gets the command
Crucify me bastards for being strong Crucify me for saying my own words Confute me, punch over my hands Stand my cross beside your god Jesus that
[Music: Roman, Lyrics: Rene] He sells his own lies He rose from death of his master He makes us live the way He wants us to live The art of blasphemy
[Music & Lyrics: Rene] You imagine what can happen What can shorten your life in a second Hand, knife, rope of a madman Can lie low on every piece
you were a Dementor, I?d still want you to kiss me Be my, be my Dementor Kiss me, gimmie gimmie more Take my breath away Be my Dementor for Valentine
Hi This is "Weird Al" Yankovic and you're listening to the Dr. Demento show
up tight Raise your glasses high tonight Like wine, his spirit has fermented So here's to him, the one who stays demented Don't forget to stay demented
I need Helps me co-exist with the chill You make me sick because I adore you so I love all the dirty tricks And twisted games you play on me Space dementia
I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah, fucked in the head My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed Till one night he snuck in and said "We're goin
Ella es una demente bailando (Yeah!) De frente facil apodera mi mente (And she's right now) Y se siente..(Arcangel) Dentro de ella algo caliente, pendiente
Hey there! Said the man with the can of diet cola in his hand Hey yeah! Laughed the lodger pulling on a big fat roll up spurting flames Hea??s weird!
Every step in the night Black hood, evil mind Opened gates many symbols on the ground Circle of fire, blood is all around ! Death's smell in the air Hanging
coming for you We are armed to the teeth Ghost of invincibility We're coming for you We're coming for you We're coming for you Dearly demented The
I see little demons, are they in my head? I see little demons, fighting in my bed Why did I go insane? Oh, doctor kill the pain Screams in the night,
we're not the jet set we're the old Chevrolet set But ain't we got love No, we're not the jet set we're the old Chevrolet set The Prine and DeMent set
I've traveled 'round this country from shore to shining shore It really made me wonder the things I heard and saw I saw the weary farmer plowing sod