lie on the black altar All crosses turned Green blood drops from the walls Demoniac monsters grin at me All over signs of the evil A man with a black
the black altar all crosses turned green blood drops from the walls [CHORUS 1:] Demoniac monsters grin at me all over signs of the evil a man with a black
Übersetzung: Zerstörung. Black Mass.
they shared now the prince knelt down for communion of the time that he fast and the father he blessed his child with the blood of the black mass! black mass
Introduce Posdonus y'all ('Nus y'all) Sticky like cous-cous y'all (cous y'all) Be the words that I ap-ply (ap-ply) My peeps mass, karma N.Y. (N.Y)
if they should argue Let us beg to differ As we set aside our differences And assemble our own army To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction That we
to morph And reinvent themself, I grew like a black blade Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast Leaving behind a path of destruction
a hearse I like the long black ones Drive around while spinning on two wheels It's whatever you feel Blue steel on black day Silver clouds when the mac
Send you higher Slashing destruction, your right hand sword ringing To the ends of the earth you will fly Conquering masses in wanton deception Blood-red your black
: Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields
the military union Someday we'll wonder What happened to our kingdom? It's a tragedy No... Won't you join us In the mass destruction And the wildlife
Still black so the one-time react as if under attack Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with
but bodies are weak Innocents march toward their destruction Suspecting their fate but unable to speak With hands of red and hoods of black They kill
began to morph And reinvent themself, I grew like a black blade Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast Leaving behind a path of destruction
closing statements, if they should argue Let us beg to differ as we set aside our differences And assemble our own army to disarm this weapon Of mass destruction
what the past done passed us 'Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes Phases that trap us and cage us like classes Foggin' my glasses, lost in a mass
You could pass me to baby's zoo One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food, blah Get it clear, now, why they lookin' for Saddam? Weapons of mass destruction
