of the days gone by You know that memories never fade As your watchin' all your days go by They go by, they go by They go by, they go by They go by,
Traducere: Slaughter. Zile de mers.
The days are cold livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growing older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone but you're never
there? Who's out there, who are you, who are you? Leave me alone, leave me alone Leave me alone, leave me alone ICP, The Wicked Clowns and Project Born Serial slaughtering
A song by a band called "Marxman" containing background vocals by Sinead. ------------------------------------------------- A thousand cultures stolen
voice internally saying: "This is not the end, follow me, I show the way." A dove came flying inside the treasure halls Followed by a lamb that once been slaughtered
This here's a place where all our minds get spent Self-destruction meet a quota take a trip get bent Take a head trip outta hookah puff for days fuck
your hand over tha scanner to buy you dish now No more fishing for your fish Kiss tha days of tha old days past ways gone Mind blown, conception, protection
two suns, and countless millennia since the days of the great magicians. An expedition of alien voyagers came upon the now ice-covered sphere, drawn there by
a thief in the night A tribulation, seven years The prophet's right the end is near The written fall of Babylon All believers dead and gone Chosen people
got to get along And he who disagrees then got to get him gone 'Cause if you start to get paid the niggas wanna flex And ain't no squabbling these days
scythe "Baptized in blood I'm the lord of the night" He fights for no reason "I slaughter my enemies for pure aggression" Fear him not he comes by death
Lord of this World, leave my Soul alone Troy is Burning, say Farewell (HAIL) Light the Fire of a Thousand Days (WAR) Pain and Slaughter, even Gods can
(Hook) The days are cold, livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growing older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone, but you
in my pursuit of this ill-gotten wealth I stabbed and I slashed and I slaughtered. And for what? The men that I've fought Are matched by the number of
carnage and they would reap a grim harvest of slaughter, without doubt! They had enraged the Red Queen, and by the gods, they would pay! We certainly
