moonlight and dance with the bitch In the dead of the night Children start to die In a manger of blood Dead is the night Death sows the seeds of lightning
Traducere: Venin. Dead Of The Night.
moonlight And dance with the bitch In the dead of the night Children start to die In a manger of blood Dead is the night Death sows the seeds of lightning
the moonlight And dance with the bitch In the dead of the night Children start to die In a manger of blood Dead is the night Death sows the seeds of
The keeper takes his keys Locking out the living For the dead don't want to leave Dead Love - There's love amongst the Dead Love - There's love amongst the dead
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night Unpacked my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man
[Intro:] Check the scene, pappas Slaughterhouse, still standin There was a murder last night and the shit didn't really sit right with me So I had to
niggas from the past to present is sayin', "Next is Vishis" I'm, one of the illest, the realest feel it Competition isn't existence because I got venomous
puppet, the Earth is center stage I've been deceived by modern day Eve with a weave Poison me with lust from venom, ever since she was made From the rib
' bodies wit' da muthafuckin' chalk around 'em I thought I told you Never to trust, nobody but us Now the gats must bust Malicious black viper venomous
end is drawing nigh Making love in ecstacy,the venom she injects Death is swift,limbs entwined amid arachnid sex the scent you spread i know so well could leave me dead
keys Locking out the living For the dead don't want to leave Dead Love - There's love amongst the Dead Love - There's love amongst the dead
well by Chronozon Tortured souls do dwell Satanachist Satanachist I mount the virgin Venus Plague the blackened seas I am the souls destructor Marching without fear The night
Satanachist Satanachist I mount the virgin Venus Plague the blackened seas I am the souls destructor Marching without fear In coral exctasy The saraband of death The night
of the forest came calls of sound from the wolverine As they danced their wicked dance round the fire in a dead trance Raising the chalice to the night
guts, I'll spew venom in your heart, I'll devour your soul, I'll use your head as my lantern, And I'll leave you for dead. I am the black prophet, with
