You're life vest is off and that turns me on Killer for centuries, the Gotti of the deep In the next millennium, I'm still gonna creep Sand under my belly, ocean
, Seized at swordpoint from the citadel of the Black Templars. Enlightenment awaits!) Many years ago, the mystic Orb of Summoning was seized by the mysterious Black
rend its knots apart So I may never sing of jeweled skies o'er my strings And love a wanton thing can plunge on burnt black wings To hang amid the thorns
ask what's going on When a shiny girl breaks my world with her words: You know last night might have been The final party of the 21st century The oceans are black
you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach could burst Feel like I've been cursed With seven centuries of bitter memories
heavenly beauty Oh holy light, the speritualism and the delicacy Of the greek pattern, it doesn't exist More godless beauty than this The fire of the black
Originally performed by Black Sabbath Take me through the centuries to supersonic years Electrifying enemy is drowning in his tears All I have to give
We love tinsel town Plastic fantastic I can feel it when you talk See it when you walk that way I'm gonna swim 'cross the ocean In the black of night
will drive The Spirit of Evil Eternally thrives 13 incisions with plague burning Black A casket of wet chilled air Slashing the Skies and plundering Dark An Ocean
ask what?s going on When a shiny girl breaks my world with her words: You know last night might have been The final party of the 21st century The oceans are black
it's knots apart So I may never sing Of jewelled skies o'er my strings And love, a wanton thing Can plunge on burnt, black wings To hang amid the thorns
good You know that I should Superstitious century Didn't time go slow Separating sanity Watching children grow Synchronated undertaker Spiral skies Silver ships on plasmic oceans
you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories
we're not supposed to But like Blockbuster hampster gave the Black Panthers cancer I know what you're thinking, it's like drinking the ocean But if
Deposited in scripts of the 20th century prophets The clock ticks, tick, tick, tick upon the land borders I count down the manslaughter Military camcorders under ocean
ya' Come on, Come on, Come on Uhh, yea Lord Finesse ya' Check it, yea Uhh, check it out Check it out Yo, my movement motion Smooth or rough as the ocean
All is black. The world we knew it won't come back Building our cities to the sky And down they come, like a heavy rain Through the years over centuries