'humanity - the living end, a wlaking disease Beyond good and evil, the flesh that never rest The flames of the end inside us rest'
[Instrumental] 'Humanity - the living end, a walking disease Beyond good and evil, the flesh that never rests The flames of the end inside us rest'
Preklad: At The Gates. Plamene koniec.
end of the trail Time to giddy up, doo, wah, diddy up San Francisco, San Francisco (Giddy up, giddy up) Hope just like a candlestick in flame Sportin
heat at guys takin up space of mine [Killah Priest] Yo, yo, yo, ayo {*speaking foreign tongue*} Yo Black posse, clap guns at the anarchy White man in
Now The Clock Is Ticking, They're Committing Soul Suicide I Clench My Fists At All The Things I Should Have Said Let The Foolish Burn, It's In The End
realm's bleeding It suffers Old and weak No further argued There is war at hand (The system's weak) Engines running Then after all I sense the end is
's bleeding It suffers - Old an weak No further arguing There is war at hand The system's failing Engine's running Then after all I sense the end is
shall all live as one No rest for the wicked, the children of God The final retribution, the final curtain torn Within us the flames of the end Survival
over The chest aches and swells though in eternal sleep, in eternal sleep Fret not, my dear, we'll meet again at Saint Peter's gates Reignite the fires
do?" What would Bob do? What would Bob do? What would Bob do? What would Bob do? I was standing by a house at night, going up in flames and smoke I
Black solidarity day, arrest sentence Lookin' at the moon he starts his coming soon High like my man, c'mon give me the fame This flame is so bright,
that the night 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
still I follow the voice whispering my name Approach the gate of sin Opened up to let me in and there, He stand in flames price now I must pay for eternity
now... no remorse, no fame but the end is mine My spirit's rising my mind is falling my soul is burning sweet salvation The flames are licking at
salvation lies I always had to play along the cruel game/it's over now...no remorse, no fame/but the end is mine The flames are licking at my shanks
voice It shall be a monument for the few Who stand at the very edge of the abyss, Who posses the right of passage The gate is closed, but it is no you
God We are the children of wrath - Born from pain Living in the shadows - Thrown by your light We are the end - The bright short burning flames The end
