Hey, now let me warn you Cursed you'll be for all your days If you open up my grave Let me sleep beyond decay Never open up my grave Wrath will follow
peeping the scene So when my niggas trail Screaming out one eighty seven and bail Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now How my nigga
father again, 'cause he's in a grave I always think about [Incomprehensible] "My daddy was a dopeman, so I'ma be a dope dealer" How will the family explain it? "My
love us, We don't love um' either, My sword would drink the blood of an un-believer, My sword would drink the blood of an un-believer, My sword would
to tell, my knife talk to me But nobody believe that my knife talk to me I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me But nobody believe that my hammer
down, only Krunch can silence the sounds... Of pain. It's always the same. You, dying in pain. Pain! Pain! Pain! I wait at your open grave, Laughing
, waking the dead, waking the dead All rise Hell's gates open the earth trembles and shakes Now their pardons are over they pray for their mistakes Mausoleums firebombed now rage
MY SIDE OF THE SWORD but this is where it ends laying down my sword bowing down my head I'm empty. I'm weary. I'm disappearing. I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON MY
this vortex of scorn Wrists and ankles are chained upon this land Drawn through the desert to be their sacrifice So this is my golgatha, so this is my grave
you parish i'm murder and i'm rape, sadistic pain is my obsession i strike the souls down from the grave you'll fear my name, i am possession chorus
you parish i'm murder and i'm rape, sadistic pain is my obsession i strike the souls down from the grave you'll fear my name, i am possession chorus:
stone The mild and the meek, the weak and the feeble, exterminated one by one Nuns violated by ghoulish hordes, monks castrated with razor-sharp swords Graves re-opening
up the thunder and light A premature grave overgrown by black lilies of night Hekate arise! Bring back the love of my life! Rain falls down, it soaks my
are my wishing well in my paranoid dreams Laughing and turning the cross upside down BLACK SABBATH Back home (in hell) Back in the streets again Jail's gates opened
small Tearing open blinded sightless eyes Only death is real, the true demise Unquenchable thirst never slaked Set loose, the storm within me It rages on I'll obliterate all you doubters With my
trees they shook and the house creeked as though seized by a violent rage And the wind bites deep and the wires shriek like a noise from beyond the grave
