Besedila:
White Skull Power And Blood

All we drink her blood from the skull Blade, blade hit the body All the people drink God drink with us her blood from the skull There is fear and

smashes, through ya skull with battle axes we whip asses, with the jaunty daggers and smash this, crushing opposition like we was fascist stigmata and

, giving birth to terror Kill after kill, ornaments to adjust Silver skulls, grateful as they laugh Building up an intense speed Wastelands made of blood and

In my real world, orangutans dance for Thanksgiving With skeleton bones and skunk tails, is my mission Holding backward raps to all my power packs Baboons clap and

me. The earth and sky is no longer any limit. Through dark ages. I see witches burn and warriors with blood on their steel. Plague and ashes. I see kingdoms

bloodline, mighty fanged skull with wings Rune of Ur's elite, charged with the blood of kings Mindless sub-creatures see it, and understand its power

me a ditch and she stone me a grave Seven weeks in utero, you grow and don't be a slave Just build your hunger and your power from your loneliest days

power. and no matter how you feel it will tend to, tending to keep you alive. and the rest: a simple time stretching of one earth & common fabric... of fragile blood

me a ditch and she stone me a grave Seven weeks in utero, you grow and don't be a slave Just build your hunger and your power from your loneliest days