Перевод: Haunted. Всемирный Бернс.
. Brooding Darkness spreads his wings. The usurper of the throne. The world burns in penal fire. Awakening the spirits of the dead. The world turns,
abominations that's coming for me I writhe with pleasure as I'm torn piece by piece, the sweet ecstasy of pure agony And here I burn... forever burn
with hate You're burning, so will I When I awake and discover how I have been ravaged by your World Dishonored by your world Your world I'm haunted by your world
this world, godless messengers Sickless, mindless hate becomes evolution's cure Planets usher in alignment, God has died World painted blood, no sanctuary World
Coronado Street Crucifix made in California gold Two worlds bound to collide Heaven can't help you if you go Faster than angels fly Well, they burn
your own Sometimes walls come caving in Sometimes the world just hits your chin And sometimes shadows haunt your
is less than never Hate to twist your mind But God ain't on your side An old acquaintance severed Burn the world, your last endeavor Flesh is burning
a graveyard Under sliver studded skies In a forest burning ashes On the bonfires of our lives As the sky fell down I was lost and found Saw my world
I hear your heartbeat, but you're never there Like a mirage you haunt me everywhere All day long I burn for you, lonely in the night I tried to live alone
Hope you didn't burn too many bridges On your way back to haunt my heart 'Cause it's safe behind these stones and ridges You know how us healin' victims
A new world order was on my mind But I couldn't believe it when I heard them say They're blowing it away The fertile crescent is burning today And baby
of the damned Vile-haunting-soulless creatures, satan's-legions of the dead The darkest day of horror the world has ever known!
yeah ,yeah, yo [Chorus 2x: Killah Priest] Come with me thru the thick fog Past the morgue Past the projects where the gats go off Burn thru the black
, [lotta cops, ya know what I'm sayin, ] Where do we go from here, [it's madness that's going on in the ] After the storm is clear... [world today, so
of the dry bones, without reflections in the mirrors The world fearers, first make 'em feel us Come on When are we ever gonna learn? One day we all gonna burn
Do not ring the bell, there is nobody home The spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bell There is nobody home Apartment 223, I'm very hungry
light that burned so bright you are half the heart and half the will hanging moon haunting you hanging moon be my light in this world of darkness
