til death歌词

I´m making a list, of who schouldn´t exist And everyone´s name, is at the top of my list Run motherfucker, run and hide Nothing you can do to save your life Staring at a noose in front of you Wrapped around your neck until You´re cold and blue And I´

Metal and men clash once more to the end Warriors above with the power to kill descend Militia of blood troops of hate march to die Soldiers of Hell veterans of death arise Prepare for attack Your body will burn Endless war There's no return Prepare

Kill Fight 'til the death in a living hell Fight 'til the death, remove any wait Fight 'til the death in a living hell Fighting death Fight 'til the death in a living hell Fight 'til the death, remove any wait Fight 'til the death in a living hell Fi

til death - wynter gordon might as well burn the club down tonight kill me with the beat til daylight let it get hot, i'ma stay inside til death do we party, with the music i die pour a little more into your cup the sweeter the juice the better your

You gave me wings to fly And our love was lost and disguised You pulled off this happy weight You rest it upon her fate You gave me wings to fly Just be still I'll carry your will They never keep us apart And bury me deep My love is you're to keep 'T

What can I do? How can I show you And let you see That I am someone That you want me to be I'm only me Not someone better Not someone good I'd be a soldier That's if I only could If I were king I'd tell my army To change the world Then I'd be someone

Might as well burn the club down, tonight* Kill me with the beat til daylight Lady get hot, I'mma stay inside Til death do we party, with the music I die One little more into your cup The sweet of gold juice The bet of your luck Let's get loud as we

System, system, system. Death in life. System, system, system. The surgeons knife. System, system, system. Hacking at the cord. System, system, system. A child is born. Poor little fucker, poor little kid, Never asked for life, no she never did. Poor

This is the place, this is the sound A dark cloud overhead the people on the ground You can hear it on the air and feel it in the breeze It's coming for us both before we try to leave You looked right to me With tender eyes and shakin knees This dyer

Metal revolution - possessed we fight hand in hand Sardonic aversions - only in union we stand Depressive perspective - gives us a place to retreat Never divided - no discussions stay to the roots Real cultured - out of plastic - can't share their ph

(无歌词) 曲编/监制:陈光荣 Mixed by ray at d&m studio Mastered by 舒文 at Zoo music OP: Click music limited SP: 2008 Click music limited 专辑:A Little Love 歌手:冯曦妤 歌曲:The Glorious Death

O, Death, O, Death, Won't you spare me over til another year? Well, what is this that I can't see With ice cold hands takin' hold of me? Well, I am Death, none can excel, I'll open the door to heaven or hell. "Whoa, Death", someone would pray, &

Auschwitz, the meaning of pain The way that I want you to die Slow death, immense decay Showers that cleanse you of your life Forced in Like cattle you run Stripped of Your life＇s worth Human mice, for the Angel of Death Four hundred thousand more to

"Where are you?" "Hey, there you are!" "How does it feel to know you only have a few more seconds to live?" *gunshot* ("Big L" - Cut and scratched) [Big L] Check it, I stay jeweled up, pockets swelled up from banks

Dyb rumlen torden ild over Hels marker de venter min sjæl dernede gennem moser over mørke enge paa flugt fra selve livet jeg har lagt mig ned under Yggdrasil lader regnen opløse mit udmattede legeme knogler tilbage i de vaade blade renset for kød af

dance of death edited by af let me tell you a story to chill the bones 'bout a thing that i saw one night wandering in the everglades i'd one drink but no more i was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight gazing up at the stars not aware of a presen

Let me come inside your ivory tower Let me come inside your hallowed walls God, it's heaven in here Fix me with your hand of praise Fix me with your touch of precious thrills Your fingers dance across my skin Reaching out for the pride of man Hand in

Auschwitz, the meaning of pain The way that I want you to die Slow death, immense decay Showers that cleanse you of your life Forced in like cattle, you run Stripped of your life's worth Human mice, for the Angel of Death Four hundred thousand more t

It's always wrong, never right It's always such a useless fight Living life with nothing to gain Tired of feeling burning pain Could hang it high 'Til I die Could slit my throat Who would know? Could blow my head 'Til I'm dead Could hold my breath Fo

I bring out the best in you But you bring out the worst in me There's nothing that I wouldn't do (for you) But you don't give me anything Wish that I was strong enough to weather this storm My friends are saying they don't recognize me from before Bu