lock, Watch and your path will unfold, as you stand alone in the dark. Trying to find a place to hide, As from the bonds of life, you're freed, Satan
Übersetzung: Satan. Alone In The Dark.
Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? [P. Diddy] Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't stay dark for long) They say its darkest before
I am pain and agony, And you think that between us stands my belief You're right with this, we're both alone, tell me - what shall I do! Forever I am Satans
quare tristis incedo dum affligit me inimicus? There's enough promiscuity many promises were broken they've violated thy holy name before the dark altar of satan
: Dark and dampness lingers in body and in soul. Dead wall of stone I cry out for twenty years alone. Exanimate a penance not fit for man nor beast.
dead won't leave you alone So just say goodbye to all your holy angels, you're gonna die Long black hair, face like a dead, I am here, Satan in my head
: You will not walk alone When you travel through My realms of hate You will not see the end of days Welcome to my realms of death This world is mine
hope somebody learn somethin' from it And give it back They can't break me or shake me They too fake to come kill me Think they faith this was satan
christ, with mournless blows An autumn evening, darkness shall crave An autumn evening, Satan has slain christ I dream of those who are no more Sweet darkness
I'm alive ? Like the night it's a secret, Sinister, dark, and unknown, I do not know what I seek, Yet I'll seek it alone ! I have a thirst That
Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? [P. Diddy] Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't stay dark for long) They say its darkest
looking through Michael Jacksons eyes stories, rumours and accusations so I gotta stay self conscious of my hand gestures before they call me a Mason or say that I'm working with satan
looking through Michael Jacksons eyes stories, rumours and accusations so I gotta stay self conscious of my hand gestures before they call me a Mason or say that I?m working with satan
t gonna front I had my hands full Glad to be alive but you like that's that bull But now you know what you get when you fuckin' wit 'Cause you shoulda left alone
the Bobby Womack of crack Might see me in the burgundy thing, or the black on black Matter of fact, go get ya chrome 'Cause I rather be broke together than rich alone
of fate What now lonly man who's standig In the shadow of the streets You're left alone with no helpin' hand beside you You hide from the daylight livin in darkness
the dead won't leave you alone So just say goodbye to all your holy angels You're gonna die Long black hair, face like a dead I am here, Satan in my
