. Your blood hits my eyes. I crawl inside your head, bringing out your dead. Watch them cry 22 days of struggle. Praise, Fight, Desire, Demand And we
ground. Your blood hits my eyes. I crawl inside your head, bringing out your dead. Watch them cry 22 days of struggle. Praise, Fight, Desire, Demand And
Reaching something, the forgotten keep Chamber of the cursed demon Call of Mithil charmed their hammers The vain of silver turned red by blood The hidden
Ka without Kahlua, so you ain't got to pour the king a cup Young Yakuza but, none of my fingers cut So I can still sip Red Zinger with my pinkies up
color of my power The scepter and the orb Demands of state that flower My anger flowing ELIZABETH AND LADIES Red... ELIZABETH Blood, lips, and blushing
days before, had been slaked with Roman blood... and its blade would soon be red once more with the blood of my captors, by all the gods!) and nodded
how he is meant to be He wanders the streets, with a near empty bottle of wind in his hand He is cold from the rain and wind The last red sip keeps him
process has already begun I'm waiting for the blood red sky The shining that will light the night I am sad to say that the shallow holds The throne in
stone Reaching something, the forgotten keep Chamber of the cursed demon Call of Mithil charmed their hammers The vain of silver turned red by blood The
