bitch" I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit Them pink belly niggas is who you run with Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
will be your teacher And we will dress in helmet and sword and dip our tongues in slaughter And we will sing a warrior's song and lift the praise of murder And Christ
try to be brave And not give death the satisfaction of seein me dyin afraid That why I rise from the grave singing church songs like I was Je-sus Christ
a trance But when the time is right, me and the Devil gonna dance Jesus H. Christ, how many times I gotta pay the price? You scared to death I'll make
with myself again. it's fun with the right music. you like to be me when other people are looking. red right, white left, samurai surprise, silence equals death
through the valley of the shadow of death Shadow of death, shadow of death, shadow of death Lord please Lord though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
out Send my city up in flames And yea though I walk through the valley of the death But my hope still remains Whether dead or alive, this is do or die When Christ
And comes the winter of your life The king of kings - left of your own device The ones who thought to walk in light will freeze to death in the endless
. Still is the sea. The valley of death keeps calling me. Rest my eyes from the world. This dying place, it's so absurd. Oh, Christ above, whom
dyin' again I'm tryin' again to make moves, I'll be damned if we go hungry Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me This song you
am His and He is mine Bought with the precious blood of Christ No guilt in life, no fear in death This is the power of Christ in me From a life?s first
gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil' and mommy's pill Columbia House music club, designer drugs and rhyming thugs It's bloods, crips, fives, six, it's stick up kids It's Christian
Death is no conflict, for those who do belong The very last life breath, starts a brand new song Promised to find, what I?ve been looking for I guess
hang in The Cloisters in New York City. The tapestries and the lodge are both rich with earthy, pre-Christian iconography - depicting the mysterious life and death
For they are like whispers speaking of ...death in heaven Behold the black cloud of corpselike birds Their wings are on fire And their song has
should we passively accept death as a bargain for living? Why accept this robbery of life? Why accept this pillage? For Christ's sake take up your bed
, I creed Creator, In God. No, I help a sleeping man. I can't go in dwelling - place. I must help you, man. Who - Godless, killing Christ. Death. Man of Devil. Song
Dark the days that beckon me throughout the Northland country But there was hope once in my heart when minstrels sang sweet their song From the cup