He proved all He said by raising from the dead This was no deception as some have said Jesus Christ the victor, raised from the dead The total penalty
Übersetzung: Vengeance Rising. From The Dead.
wind. know that I'll leave all compassion were it's due. at the foot of your headstone it's too late to rise from the ruin. the stench of death hangs
: In the silence of darkness, among the shadows of the dead we hear a wolf howling hungry to wake up children of the graves Unripe Vengeance! The cult
chaosvoid's tomb of dead worlds Hark! What? Divinity flows in your heart, cat it alight - the seed of all art Slowly reborn from a sunless state of mind
. Countdown, I'm coming through. And the vengeance, and the taker. And the one, that shining sun. Shadow Empire. Shadow Empire. The rise of the machine. Shadow Empire. Shadow Empire. They rise up from
: {"Lucifer, don of de morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of - earth"} {"Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning.."} [Jigga] I'm from the murder capital,
m vivisectin His mind until I've mastered each chapter every verse every line. I'll build a stairway to heaven from the tower of Babel and I've doscovered a way to rise
fuckin empty And simply vengeance of dogs We gets a real nigga Let me borrow your bitch And watch me go and chill with her On a rise no lie Go against
stroke of midnight, exhume their bodies from their timeless slumber Soulless participants in this unholy ritual, the dead crawl from their earthen prisons
Dormancy Spirits await rebirth From their sleep They will soon awake Restless dead Catching the whiff of hate Blood they anticipate They will soon drink
wind Know that I'll leave all compassion where it's due At the foot of your headstone It's too late to rise from rum The stench of death hangs in the
inhuman, the mounting of a tragedy macabre resurrection of the fallen, the undead start to rise driven by hunger for vengeance we're left with little
't hesitate to buck you Can't rock me to sleep, I don't trust you I'm not prey, I'ma fuck a predator I'ma still be here while you're dead and gone These
creepin for A killing When you bitches slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin Bitches with no patience So in a minute that's when you lie dead, from the Buckshot
Rising back from the depths insane are the cries from his past running away from the truth the anguish he flees closes fast searching the evil unleashed