Grand Belial's Key lyrics
Grand Belial's Key lyrics
"The Holocaust Trumpeter lyrics"
Shape Of My Heart lyrics
He deals the cards as a meditation And those he plays never suspect He doesn't play for the money he wins He doesn't play for the respect He deals the cards
He deals the cards as a meditation And those he plays never suspect He doesn't play for the money he wins He doesn't play for the respect He deals the cards
Music: Gelal / Lyrics: The Black Lourde of Crucifixion, Gelal
Forth from deadly Apocalypse...
Rips the crier
Galloping fast on a steed that reeks rabid of blood.
Forth from daemon throne
Blowing funeral wind throughout the worlds of time
Blasting morbid exequies!
Forth from all that is unholy
Whistling the reap of Satanic
These Are The Days lyrics
Ah ah Here's a song About living in the past If it was so good then How come it didn't last? If it helps you I'll put it in a phrase Those were the ti
furyAh ah Here's a song About living in the past If it was so good then How come it didn't last? If it helps you I'll put it in a phrase Those were the ti
Purest Ambassador of Armageddon!
At the blessed grotto
The Holocaust Trumpeter appeals our power!
Pestilent nightmare visitation
Envenom the Christ Child's crib
Passionate plague, a profanation
Commanded from beyond to kill!
Ghastly seduction through famine
Rape the nuns at the scalding convent.
Set to flame a blaz of war
And conquer the cowardice of God!
At the blessed grotto
The Holocaust Trumpeter appeals our power!
Immersed in a cloud of smoke
Rising from a pile of burning bibles
Words of a holy fable turn rapidly into debris!
The refuge of the spineless
Adorned with diseased art
Burned and free of the Christian chains!
Ca
Depend On Me lyrics
When you're losin' direction Baby you can depend on me For a little love and affection You can depend on me If ya feel brokenhearted and you just can't get startedt down thy tender look
Upon the flock of God
Touch the cicatrix of the piercing blade!
At the blessed grotto
The Holocaust Trumpeter appeals our power!
Religious malady cured
Which once forced me to kneel
At the blessed grotto the sheep
begin to shriek.
At the blessed grotto
The Holocaust Trumpeter appeals our power!
When you're losin' direction Baby you can depend on me For a little love and affection You can depend on me If ya feel brokenhearted and you just can't get started
Upon the flock of God
Touch the cicatrix of the piercing blade!
At the blessed grotto
The Holocaust Trumpeter appeals our power!
Religious malady cured
Which once forced me to kneel
At the blessed grotto the sheep
begin to shriek.
At the blessed grotto
The Holocaust Trumpeter appeals our power!