draw the patterns of my kingdom, Imperium Infernale. But we will regain paradise For in the east of Eden, I will shed the blood of Christ...
spat me out again Oh baby--you're no lady You give me give me fever Crank it up and drive me crazy It's not the garden of eden No it's not paradise I
they were drawn by the thorns The dew and the lace As they ran their hands And wet their face In their garden's In a secret place In paradise at Eden
To heed the final call I shall be wise Burning eden Burning eden Burning eden Burning eden There?s no way out now No turning back To gain infernal wisdom
and numb Look what we call home These old walls are stained and scarred EVE I can still remember What each scar was from ADAM You could call it run down EVE Worn out
can do Where we'll go to, they can't touch us Life is perfect, nothing more to do Nothing more than we'll be needin' Life is paradise in Eden Eatin'
There's a snake coming out of the darkness Parade from paradise End the need for Eden Chase the dreams of merchandise There is tic toc in atomic Leaders
There I was in the Garden of Eden, the serpent, more crafty than any of the wild animals that the Lord God had made. There she was Eve, in paradise, and
't got the Do Re Mi Well, you better go back to beautiful Texas Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee California is the garden of Eden It's a paradise
light. And so from darkness a rage without measure - burst spreading the cancer 'cross Eden, corrupting and tempting and never relenting, abusing man's newly found freedom.' LUCIFER 'Out
why pay the cost for a paradise lost when here is an Eden of natures creation? Sisters of servitude- fearful and fair, Who herald good fortune and mete out
Ticket Out Of Here (chorus) Words Come Out Like Bitter Pills A Mouthful That Is Killing Me Vocalized And Fluid In This Vanity Parade These Words Come Out
you ain't got the do re mi Why you better go back to beautiful Texas Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee California is a garden of Eden, a paradise
fears where is the man I am savior over the land where - where is the man under this "rosary cirus" you cover the "eden" with hands and the ransom of paradise
Life, Death of a Soul, Death of us All... VISIONS OF EDEN... Death of a Life, Death of a Soul, Death of us All... VISIONS OF EDEN... Oh... VISIONS OF EDEN
call nether world what we call a paradise Cought in neverland and their spirits cannot rise From the nether world, they can't see a paradise And the
, you ain't got the do re mi, Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee. California is a garden of Eden, a paradise