Texty:
Cemetary 1213 The Beast Divine

burning - i kill on demand sweet .16 in my hand await the command closer - and closer by far now i know who you are the gemini scar this is our

my time is gone it's been too long ounces to tons i'm not that strong the visions bleak / the vision's pale a losers streak that's born to fail bring

call to remember dark december falling flat sure went down like that ain't the way i see it ain't nothing 'bout it coming down of the ground you

it's always finders keepers this moves too slow down with the crawly creepers what you borrow you owe - now here we go - set the pace / set the