: I'm walking on the dark ice of the North The end of my journey is near Every step is a wound While dust is my death bed The white sun Is touching
: Trembling in pain You're suffering Heavy rattle Asphalt is burning Your feet sinking In the dark Blood Streaming blood You're dying And you know it
life Forgotten by death You've become a thing A relic Forgotten by death It's horrid not to be able to die Eternal life Forgotten Where is death Tangled
: How quickly seconds fly Pendulum in my hands A mutant In hopeless desperation I know that's my last day The day when my world will be gone Horizon
: Sick mind with no past Blends all days into eternal light A sick face A sick mind A shadow of tomorrow Maybe it's me A prisoner with a shavel head
: Sound of alarm Played On dried bones By the wind Cacophony of hollow sounds All lost in empty skulls And craters only Will remain Unhealed by life
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complaints I'm waiting for death - it's him: Demon No one will tell me Where i should go Darkness and night Silence of stars Uranium veins Throbbing with death
: Shadows of our shadows Thorny winding streets A train of drunk undertakers Digging their own graves The altar full of tongues Of fluent politicians
of darkness Nearer I know that death Is coming A stormy sea And massive clouds I'm like the ashes Like a waning glow I know I'm dying Screaming The
Remote past Destroyed by the hands Of hideous soldiers Blood for blood Struggle for life Where to go In this turmoil Of raging death The air kills With
Sound of alarm Played On dried bones By the wind Cacophony of hollow sounds All lost in empty skulls And craters only Will remain Unhealed by life Packs
skies? Could it drag a tear from your cold eyes? I live on the right side, I sleep in the left That's why everything's gotta be love or death Yes, this
, war cries, iron bars Chorus: Black Magic, spit life with every breath, Not likely to forget, its like we never left Black Magic, the worlds screaming
my gift Next to work the midnight shift Drinking coffee in the back I will listen to them chat Hear them speaking of my death Hear the laughter in their
run to and disappear a place where some folks hide. But they will tell you about the rumors that swell around this lake, Some say there's something in the water them deaths
Madhouse... Here ghost wail and moan Skeletons rattle trying to escape there prisoning coffins (Wicked Shit) Grimlins and skulls gasp a death (ICP Tech
