hand when I become afraid And whose footsteps will I follow into, Daddy please, don't run away OUR FATHER FAR FATHER WELL LET ME TELL YOU 'BOUT OUR FATHER
run away Our father Far father Lets talk 'bout Our father Yea, yea Far father Yea, I know what I'm talkin' 'bout Our father Far farther away Far father
Übersetzung: Extreme. Vater unser.
my hand when I become afraid And whose footsteps will I follow into, Daddy please, don't run away OUR FATHER FAR FATHER WELL LET ME TELL YOU 'BOUT OUR FATHER
name of the forgotten Father of Light, Father of Darkness -I will not implore to no master of thine!" Everflaming Intemperate malice in the extreme
me depart ya, from my thought-a Coffin's for you, and the nigga that brought ya The hatin start in ya, release from our father The people at the alter
sea, so our adepts flow back to us and swell our ranks. Soon we shall be victorious and triumphant! We shall then over this earth. It shall await our
only get half the picture Populated skateparks where they pass the liquor Bein brokes no joke so I'm laughin with ya I'm like a father figure for kids
your father's That you'd gladly sell or trade And one day you may look at us And say that you were cursed But over time that line has been Extremely well rehearsed By our fathers
like a picture In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population Father love do you work, do
Extreme ritual of carnal pleasure breaking the chains of dignity Human bodies become the temples of impurity Embrace a shape of living Blasphemy Celebrate
out praise Or, when our true nature finds its way to the surface We hide in the darkness, our tails between our legs. At all costs we are prevented from
's between the sheets Used to find an hour between start and go What ever happened to staying up all night? When the bed became our island and it was just you and I Our
obey Command the chain into perfection End your days in victory Inspiration high For the mission possible Desperation low For falling fathers On your
clean steve is a mineral man my cousin bruce came round to stay the father of my son he tore apart a stethoscope and pointed at the sun 'there's tentacles between our
