jetzt? wotsch es labe lang truurig si es ganzes labe lang pach es ganzes labe vor traufi in rage im tranemeer versinke, verletzt umehinke wotsch es labe lang ungluck es ganzes labe
Put your differences aside man if you can Cause there's way too many people suffering I wish they didn't have no labels There'd be more change with no labels
Put your differences aside man if you can Cuz there's way too many people suffering I wish they didn't have no labels There'd be more change with no labels
: The undying embrace of chaos and war As the oppressed lie writhing down on the floor This Babylon of fear that you shall know To rule and suppress
: Exterminate the laws of all The sacred past Begins to fall The undying gods of death The disease it must be fed Parade of the dead The asylum marches
: Destroyer of my visions Come and enter me Reside over my vengeance redemption God in my hands Staring down on me No use of mercy with a Fistful of
: Lightning from above Followed by hail Death from above In the wake of his trail A vision sent this child Becomes a man Blood of the past has chose
: Divided soul of a troubled man The final fight The final need to understand These tangled roots ripped from the ground Abandonment and worry Forever
: As the sun sinks Life closes tired eyes As hello turns its back and It greets goodbye Never wanted to believe Or have to understand Time waits for
: The quicksand is rising I'll down once more then do it again Tired of fighting my war is Here how long has it been? Right on time Right on time All
: Decisions that kill And bullets that fly Lords of inferno That litter the sky Schizophrenic poems of death Machine ever after that never rests As
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: The throes of extermination Holocaust of creation The ruthless hate from within Illusions that free one from sin Apocalyptic Psychosis tic Wheels
: There is no absolution Never lose what was never there No regard for the future As for the past i never cared For the damned shall roll Out of control
: The freaks in the streets The nuns with the shotguns The graves rolling by your side Survival of the fittest And there ain't no pity No one gets
: Deathbent Warped mind Tripped out Out of time Bodycount rise again Sick and hellbent Broke and twisted The end isn't far behind Black Mass
: The cold that burns The tide that drift away No more talks about tomorrow The past is gone and all that was today I cant forget the cold That fell
: Lost again and all alone Lost again for I should have known So many storms, so many times I've died Another goodbye Crash and burn, refuse to learn
