this far nothing is unreal It is a waste forever dead This blood is on your hands Now you're gone You brought this upon yourself And you will live forever, forever dead
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see my C-L 6, They wanna frisk me And young with this dough I get they wanna twist me You love Mr., hi oh now you wanna kiss me But dead or me doin a
and then they're there for you You wanted to enter 36 in the soil My technique is speak, have you knocked out weak Forever in it, my slang dick goes so
Take the seed of Frej Put in the sacred soil Make it come alive And fertility will rise Enter Vanaheim Where dead will come alive Magic of Freja Take
forever All fucked up and dead to the world All dried up and tied up forever All fucked up and dead to the world All dried up and tied up forever All
Comrades, the voices of the dead battalions Of those who fell, that Europe might be great Join in our song, for they still march in spirit with us And
wanna see my CL6 they wanna frisk me And young with this dough I get, they wanna twist me You love Mr. Hi, oh now you wanna kiss me Either dead or me
stand reborn Made of flesh my dreams will be Crimson red of blood Do what thou wilt Dreams shall flesh Speak to the dead Dreams shall flesh We are forever Forever
the grave sprang the name of our fathers But there's no glint in a dead man's eye Tell me why our fields filled with hunger And fruitless the crop bittered soil
there He takes a handful of soil from each grave Of the dead he wants to send into Sarah Now quick, quick run back to the house The soil must lie where
complex feeds Bring it on kid I got exactly what you need Twisted metaphors to get your ass in star wars I'ma live forever like Bob Marley just because
am you Together forever In a masquerade of life and death Forever together The vision reached me from a dream Together forever Erverlasting scars, soul torture Forever together forever
What veins fail to carry You should have taken my keys While my hands were shaking You could have kept the dead gone Entombed in the soil of arms Raise
my will No mercy in my heart Fires of hatred burned it Bloody streams mark my way Blood shed in a battle mixes with the soil Before wild beast come And mangle dead
