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Don't Care

Don't Care

Come on, don't do well
Where I feed the living hearts
I got a torch to light
Feel these smelter fires burn

[Chorus:]
I don't care what they say!
I don't care! I'll do what I want!

I am by your side
Tell me you think what to do
No way, I don't fear
Slow down, follow in my grave

[Repeat Chorus]

Your ways, I despise
Go forth and get with your own kind
We've got fumes to behold
Setting, one size of fortune

Farewell to great friends
These will face the burning sun
Tattoed shadows lifted
Fear not, like the burning plague!

[Repeat chorus]

Bright light the sear his face
Pitfalls twisted
Call me far from now
I survived through all this hell

I DON'T CARE!!!
Don't CARE!!!!!

I really don't care!
 
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Threatening Skies

Threatening Skies

You've found once, live wise.
The taste to come, we'll go.
Lost right taking the face, the coming show.

Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.

I will fear rising forms more slow.
Live the spell, takes the coming spell forth.
Ravishing you all.
Ravishing you all.
Ravishing you all.

Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.

You've found once, live wise.
The taste to come, we'll go.
Lost right taking the face, the coming show.

Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
 
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By The Light

By The Light

Destiny, feel disgrace.
I'm the one that's fallen.
I'm the one in pain.
I'm the one that's going.
Forces decay in pain, by the light.

The suffer is cold.
There's colors
Searing his face.

Drifting through the sorrow.
The visions yet display.
It strips the soul completely empty.
Sirens rage in vain.

Drifting through the sadness.
Violence fills the sky.
Torturing, the voice rang out.
My servants they are blind, by the light.

Suffer is cold.
There's colors
Searing his face.
By the light.
By the light.
By the light.
 
Učlanjen(a)
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Buried Alive

Buried Alive

[previously unrealsed]
[Venom cover]

I'm alive but dead, awake but asleep
As friend gather round and mourners they weep
My mind thinks of all the things I have done
My body is cold but my heart beat goes on
And on................and on

As they lower me down into that hole in the ground
I scream out for help but they hear not a sound
I tear at the lid, my fingers they bleed
Is this happening to me or is it just a dream
Summon the dead..........
Baphomets call...........
Blood on my hands........

"Let me out of here"

My bones are decayed, my flesh it doth rot
I'm lying in silk, take the lid off this box
My lungs gasp for air, my eyes scream for sight
I promise the rise of my body this night
Summon the dead..........
Baphomets call...........
Blood on my hands........
Screaming in torment.....
I'm felling you all......
Take heed of my plea.....
Answer my call...........
I'm gonna be free........
 
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Boiling Point (212'' Sporadic Mix)

Boiling Point (212'' Sporadic Mix)

Face the chair

I have come for you
Since I was to die
Boil to unknown sights
Make believe broken dreams
Broken dreams

Boiling point

What no shame
Broken dreams
What no shame

Point of no return
Fears and dreams disguise
Lifes noose
Can I
Face the chair (electric chair I assume)
Face the chair

Face the chair
Boiling point

What no shame
Face the chair

Boiling point
What no shame
Broken dreams

Falling to darkness
Where the sky turns red
Turns into stark features
Letting you wish you would live
You wish you would live

Boiling point
What no shame

Face the chair

I have come for you
 
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On The Floor

On The Floor

Repair this soil of lost decay
The dark is the new form of light
In the end I'll find you there
Candid in the times I fight
The corpses lie in certain death
Disrespecting my...

Lost in time, spoiled mind
Reflective stones I turn
They capitalize on sacred ground
Where only crosses burn
Decapitated and mutilated
Draw power, through your head
In the end, frozen in time
Disrespecting my...

Repair this soil of lost decay
The dark is the new form of light
In the end I'll find you there
Candid in the times I fight
The corpses lie in certain death
Disrespecting my day
We've fallen to the first sacred ground
From souls that never end

On the floor
On the floor
On the floor
On the floor
 
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Blindsided

Blindsided

Why go down
Why walk down
Why lie down
Why fall down

Rolling
What you think about that
Rolling
What you think about that

Why go down
Why walk down
Why lie down
Why fall down

Why go down
Why walk down
Why lie down
Why fall down

Rolling
What you think about that
Rolling
What you think about that

Why go down
Why walk down
Why lie down
Why fall down
Why
 
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