shit The rise of the end My heart is a filthy black turd Winter, torment, necro, tomb Coild, sodomy, eternal, sorrow Rise, rise, rise rise
Corners of sin and potential crimes The colds scolds your chin, draws some salt from an eye But even the wind can't get much of a rise How long will
as your shadow rise Passing colours in your mind I bow down silently I gave you my love As the rusting trees Sprinkled blades on the ground And as your shadow rise
peaces Dope is the Popes in Rome Poetical field, thug overtone, it's like what, yo? Bring it home, we both go gone Pre-cord thought flow in the sober zone My life style, chromosomes frost
: the frost invades the day's growing dark lock your doors misery arrives black, silent smiles passion is chained hatred is born love forlorn waiting
mysterious rise Under its light call the stars Out here I am cursed to wander Its realm heart the kings In the shivering frost Mount North - on unholy
time for pure holocaust To rise Decades a thousand fold In circles concentric against Against the earth I enthrone my spiritworlds Obviously of frost
: [Music: Abbath - Lyrics: Demonaz] A black sunset rises under a funeral sky The freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist The blasting
Presidents CIA intelligence The federal defense Executives with the Aliens Iraqis and Israelians And by the time of my demise the one who talk to Cain shall rise
? last night about you Wrapped up in real talk i will not lose And still we'll rise, and still we'll rise Like it we'll rise Chorus:... We saved
up to the skies - Unfathomable to human eye... Rise up in flames from enchantments and spells, Silently out from the past... Whispers and sounds, turn into frost
stigma shines in your eyes Love and die, resurrect Another season to rise [Repeat] Love, die, resurrect Better face your disgrace Your stigma shines in your eyes Love and die, resurrect Another season to rise
: [Written by Celtic Frost] The battle is over And the sands drunk the blood. All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusions. Circle of the
he too frost Yessur... [Bridge] My nigga close your eyes, Just picture you're self just holdin' pies Impliment a plan and and you'll surely rise Just
Follow Me We'll Hide the Pain that Screams in Me And I Shall Return When the Frost Sets the Leaves Aflame When the Tides of the Darkness Rise Again I
You're bathing in the dust of illusions Neglecting the roots of existence Better face your disgrace Your stigma shines in your eyes Another season to rise One has to seek heat in the frost
It's five o'clock this morning and the sun is on the rise There's frosting on the window pane and sorrow in your eyes The stars are fading quietly, the
