Honor abide Choice of words That I speak today Consequent evidence Now they put astray Conflicts forever halt Wipe resentment clean No thoughts of decadence
So you've come for your vengeance Hear - I think the crowd is silent Of me you have dreamt I have grown (I built my domain on your hate) Mock your words
Shakin 'em down and drunk on a holiday Dishin' them 'lectric blues in an old school way Lucy and Glenda Jones in an Old beef bone Drinkin' that whiskey
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Traces of the past The memories which make The whirlwind of illusions To destroy the castle of sanity Just yesterday I was diving In the stormy sea Just
Waiting for the morning For the sun to climb the mountains For the wind & the waves to answer my call My sword lays beside me My ship lays ashore But
(Originally recorded by Sodom.) (Music by Sodom) (Lyrics by Tom Angelripper) Company of heaven has sent us a chosen apostle To the treasure of the damned
He climbs inside the looking glass And points at anything he hates He calls to you, "Hey, look out son There's a gun they're pointing at your pretty face
Choke the throats that scream no more Deny Break the hand that have their fingers pointing towards Deny Spill the brain of the minds that know too much
If you wanna find heaven with me, I will show you the way. Eternal youth, forever young, immortalize your name. My foolish heart, put nails through me
Spoken: This song is to remind you of the winner within Regardless of what you've seen Regardless of what you've heardYou are a conqueror You are the
Distant lands are calling you From far across the sea Waiting for the stories to be told The winds of change are blowing down Across the Spanish main
Company of heaven has sent us a chosen apostle To the treasure of the damned Blessing no longer be poured the mystical lord Covered with rich headdress
In primordial times, when Ginnungagap empty stared Before Ymers death, before our triumphant dominion There was nothing No sea, no waves No earth, no
Mr. Playboy, Sir Weasel, Poppin Snake, and Mr. Cool - Went down to the boulevard to play their ass some pool - Illa Zilla, Illa Zilla, Illa Zilla - Lady
I look far away, the candles of my burning desire The sun seems so dismal, our mighty sky is in dismay... Make my words be like pictures, for the dreams
(Lyrics by V. Frerich) (Music by F. Krynojewski) The quest for power led to unbelievable deeds Politics and religion - the cruel force to rule He rode
Conquistador Fuego y amor conquistador Conquistador Dueno del sol conquistador Amo y senor conquistador Su escudo es el corazon Su espada es una caricia