end Never know what might have been Spirit never fade away I can never forget that day Beyond the grave Spirit never fade Spirit never fade Never fade away Spirit
end never know what might have been spirit never fade away I can never forget that day beyond the grave spirit never fade spirit never fade never fade away spirit
Перевод: Death Angel. Дух.
before you, the color of the night Frozen by the potential of me (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) An Afro Angel Afro Angel off your pedestal from perchin
the angels sing Not afraid, no, not afraid Not afraid of this or that, not afraid Carry forth as a guardian To kingdom come With the ghost and the spirit
, we bustin' it's the end of you Now we knockin' on your mama door Like we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war Death, angels comin' for you Spirit horse
with faces flayed Silver chicken make a fuss Reveling in molten puss Favorite patrons crack their death With arteries and tinsel breath Revolution, purple fist Pummeling your angel
to keep All of the power that burns in the flame Ignites the light in a single name Frederick, name of care Fast asleep in a room somewhere Guardian angels
the healin' water, in the ready depths Twistin' like silver swans No line of death, no boundaries Up there the eye is hollow The eye is winkin', the winds ablaze Angels
jail Hot coal on your trail, sinners'll go to hell I got a soul for sale, well, let's start the bidding at a tragic death Who knows what's finna happen next? Cousin of death
This is the realest shit I ever wrote, what's fear? fear is an emotion what is death? Dark and mysterious art of a lyricist misguided angel I'm dangerous
they all feel us. I guess its the adrenaline rush that flows in us. Run with my sons of death we all winners. All got fight in our blood, we go-getters
green grass After the coffin is tossed in a soft pit of six feet of spirit form You watch it feeling awful and nauseous The angel of death just stomped
death bed in roast in fire See my most desires Smell the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up Hear the voices of 100 choirs And angels looking down
the spirit of a dead angel lies within me Look in my eyes, they're empty Poverty stricken beaten with the rod ol envy Lurking through the shadows of death
fears the coming will be rewarded The law of the wise is the foundation of life To turn one away from the spirits of death Poverty and shame will come
minds full of drama Each thoughts a screen test I'm the challenger Dodgin' in my kevlar vest Six hours in my lapse It's the angel of death Heard you
