Mutiilation Lyrics
Mutiilation Lyrics
"The Hanged Priest Lyrics"
The magic box II Lyrics
Fly, fly fly with the gale to where the four winds blow Rise and rise until you've found it If man got no hopes, then man got
Fly, fly fly with the gale to where the four winds blow Rise and rise until you've found it If man got no hopes, then man got
Priest fallen from grace, driven by lust and sadism,
Eyes are shining with an evil blaze (the eyes of the insane).
Daily haranguing the faithful with a gruesome grin,
Going out at night for a strange ceremony, amen.
Bloodthirsty orgies, child abuse and torture have no
S.O.S. Lyrics
Is anybody listening? Can they hear me when I call? I'm shooting signals in the air, 'Cause I need somebody's help I can't
saviour anymore.Is anybody listening? Can they hear me when I call? I'm shooting signals in the air, 'Cause I need somebody's help I can't
Time to sin to betray god and go in Hell,
Laughing as he ties the rope around his neck, amen.
Souls worshipping his black sermon.
Blind sheeps to the slaughter shall follow him on his way to Hell.
Pray to the priest obscure.
None shall stop the ma
Same Place Lyrics
(Dean Dillon/Buddy Cannon/Marla Cannon) Each night you show up about a quarter to two And in my dreams you always come trueness, close your eyes and trust your new master.
Passion's burning, people cutting their veins.
Obeying the new law in their father.
Reverse the holy, their cursed destiny in now in his hooked hands.
Now he's feeling Jesus...
His black tongue coming out from smiling mo
His holy cassock obscenely rises up as he flows his last rained juice, amen.
He's found the morning after by his conons, slashed incantations covering his flash.
Flier yet nesting on his horrible face,
All obssessed by grotesque hanging carrion, amen.
(Dean Dillon/Buddy Cannon/Marla Cannon) Each night you show up about a quarter to two And in my dreams you always come true
Passion's burning, people cutting their veins.
Obeying the new law in their father.
Reverse the holy, their cursed destiny in now in his hooked hands.
Now he's feeling Jesus...
His black tongue coming out from smiling mo
Still My Boo Lyrics
Still My Boo written by Babyface Babyface: You’re my Monday morning breakfast And you’re my Tuesday rendezvous
thStill My Boo written by Babyface Babyface: You’re my Monday morning breakfast And you’re my Tuesday rendezvous
His holy cassock obscenely rises up as he flows his last rained juice, amen.
He's found the morning after by his conons, slashed incantations covering his flash.
Flier yet nesting on his horrible face,
All obssessed by grotesque hanging carrion, amen.