the kingdom of dead he's the Judge With the head of a jackal and body of a man He's the faithful guard of the graves Guide of deads Anubis wants your
The fire in our eyes still burns Longer than this tasteless planet turns We've been fightin' on the darker side The keeper of darkness is our guide The
eternal motherfuckin' damnation (possession) possession (16x) the hatred of hells fires for mankind burn inside me my lifeless dead black eyes, tell no lies, they guide
mind, now finally I can see The flames of hell burn in my soul and Lucifer's wrath is mine Hell will be wherever I go and the reaper will be my guide
hands Ashes - into ashes you will turn Hellfire - in the flames of hell you will burn [3x] He rises from the ashes - he rises from the dead A wolf-hearted
the hell dying of his broken neck Imrryr burns and sorrow has no end Fury grows as the princess is just dead [CHORUS] Stormbringer, demon grabber
mo' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words For all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high
your feet take everything and then it is complete burn out the coffins burn out the graves let all that is dead be a memorial to hate there are greater hells
hostage guiding yet pushed beneath the crazes climate Hiding behind the levy while the stubborn rivers rise and feel this I wish heavenly brevity centered hate pedigrees instead of dead
In hell's corrupt and sunken halls the rising shall begin The bane of man immortal, the parade of broken dead With greed our worldly master, so now pain
snow He is riding through this land Of no return His hair blowing in the wind A sword in his hand And his eyes they burn Guide me, my ravens Find my
people's faces look so twisted to me now i'm older and my mind is set i'm moving like a guided missile haven't reached my target yet i'm loaded with
alone Where I go, I won't remember Where I go, I'll never leave Darkness forever - death in excelsis. Hell after Hell, after Hell, after Hell!
in banishing this creature to the dark Let not your hand be hesitant or death will be your mark Lest regained sight should speed her flight away from burning hell
Let not your hand be hesitant or death will be your mark Lest regained sight should speed her flight away from burning hell A steady heart must seal her
, I burn as the world turn First degree poetry Hold your headpiece, when I release, I clear the streets Killarmy passed the heat so I'ma dead the piece
. The cure of human problems is logic. Hell or other people? Several of our circuits are looking for the solution to your riddle. Problems [living and dead
