The future is predestined... the writing's on the wall Can you see the telltale signs. The turning point has come Here it comes Suicide bombs exploding
Перевод: Принять. Бездна.
: The future is predestined... the writing's on the wall Can you see the telltale signs. The turning point has come Here it comes Suicide bombs exploding
the king But niggaz is decaf I stick 'em for the cream Check it, just how deep can shit get Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it In
I'll give you countless amounts of outright Acceptance if you want it I will give you encouragement to choose The path you want if you need it You can
shine trough the abyss. For I have seen, I have seen the face of death. I have seen the face of death and I choose not to accept its form. My solitude
Time. It's time to open your own eyes Gods will accept your sacrifice Turn around - bloody faces grinning to you Groaning world is waiting for you [
into the flame Anoint your brow with oil of rose Accept that Law is what you say A son and heir is all I wish To keep me from the dark abyss A barren
, Dark ritual of demons procreation Come on! Leave your life and join the dead in hell Masters of forgotten arts Deign to look at your servant Acceptance
drawing circles in the sand facing still a final solution all the time I spent in vain focusing the right shape scattered lost fancying the abyss just
Father you stand in the ancient gates Ready to make great flight Hell is in the roaring abyss Somewhere behind it There's a new world Soon it will belong
it seems to beginners Accept awards throughout our lives, to make young lovers intertwine Perhaps the end'll come tonight, so hooray for the winners A vast abyss
I CAN FLY ABOVE THE ABYSS OF MY LIFE BUT IA'M AFRAID OF FALLING DOWN ON MY BLOODY TRAIL TO WHERE MY CURSE WILL END I HAVE TO ACCEPT THAT HE IS A PART
space So many years of blood lust and tears My struggles mean nothing Ja, ja, all ist klar Earth is a tomb, and abyss of time I can't accept it's the
despairing in the Deep Hidden Abysses of our Souls. Helpless, Unable to Escape the Unending Quiet Desperation. We have Been Broken down Conditioned to Accept
