The aeons, by they go They will never let you know Shining down on fields of doom Tribulation casts a blood-red moon Immortality in death How I long for
The aeons, by they go They will never let you know Shining down on fields of doom Tribulation casts a blood-red moon Immortality in death How I long
: Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man So can a woman who passes herself off as a male They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer
dope, pop pills, lift axe, chops kill drink blood, drip spills, grab the mic and drop skills chased off, broke down, people up folk down full moon, choke
attracts. I am like a beam from the moon, that you sense but never see. I am the smoke at your cremation and the flames of your funeral pyre. Your eyes
: [music & lyrics Thegn Damieus] Above swelling seas of blackness Dark crags tower in funeral silence Grim buzzards soar and circle As charnel beacons
: Isn?t that her lounging on the church balcony? She?s in the white dress stained with red and a hint of decay. Her hand on the trigger that is her bouquet
web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot; Or when the Moon
: (Bob Dylan) Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man so can a woman who passes herself off as a male They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the
Pop pills. Lift axe. Chops kill. Drink blood. Drip spills. Grab the mic and drop skills chased off. Broke down. People up Folk down. Full moon. Choke
special reason And nobody knew I said nobody knew That the flowers were furnished by the funeral parlor And the whole thing was paid for by the funeral
Yeah Young Moola Baby Now it was me and lil cc and we was chillin by ourselves Orville Red and popped a pill and now im feelin myself all these cuts on
she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot; Or when the Moon
["The Dance of Eternal Shadows" on "Under a Funeral Moon"] Lover of all face the Apocolypse you fade away under the black rain and flowers remain flowers
way out this shit -well, let's do dat there [master p] Niggaz dat want to space age hustle Catch that rocket to the fuckin moon That be yo final ship
the gates, to where it's all supposed to end and let us all in... daimons, whores, witches and fiends. Swoop through the frozen landscape of red memories
