his moonshine A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine! I rode into town with my axe in my holster Everybody knows about the wicked piggy boaster The sherrif at
now I'm there too many dead brain cells, runnin round inside my head That's when I died my eyes were blood shot red [Cuban Link] Now picture me dead
this is way better...how about "Panic At The Gates Between All That Remains Bleeding Through The Eyes Of The Dead From Autumn To Every Time I Lay Dying In Flames At
playin A'salaam a something' or another "Wait isn't Juanita your mother? I told you I know you, now grant me a moment" At the gates of Atlantis we stand
of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what c Nd business and business and reverse
the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business and reverse
emerges Then the Mother Grief And the Blue Gates of Death Open armwide Open teethwide All dead like the leaves Old times shiver Old dead calendar Past
scared Sitting at the table you so eagerly prepared Are you ready? Here's the world in a nutshell Evil is everywhere, everybody got a place in Hell And Heaven's gates
walk up to his house, knock on his door Let'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge Backed up by an a-k Fore you go to bed at night you bitches Better kneel
arms open with my wings spread I'm in this burned down house and I'm surrounded by the dead Now visualize I can reach a cloud sky high And I can make
to insanity All the years that I leave behind me All means nothing at the front of the gate I look to the sky I raise my head Pondering the valor of the dead
ghosts" There is only one thing left to do now And that is "Sending of Dead" The four shadows are meeting again At the cemetery gates, darkness is a
Seeing through the eyes of the dead, explore the sacred codex Hypnotized by the circling sky, the burning vortex Beyond the shadows I fall into a loop
the mother grief And the blue gates of Death Open armwide Open teethwide Lucifer over London All dead like the leaves Old time shiver Old dead calendar
up to the burning sky, Damned souls grouping on the dark, Going round the stretched arms. Bodies, faces, Unnaturally bended in pain, Lifeless eyes staring at
fear most on this day of the living dead. All hallow's eve where the dead rule the night. Translucent apparitions come into plain site. Six more hours till the sun lights the sky
memories I gazed at the the sky To see what was there for me So we danced upon the starlit sky And the stars fell from the sky Theme Solo - Glen The