Woorden:
Face Defeat Claws

Dying In A Sea of Bees. Washing In A Grave of Souls. Oh You Fuckin Know It, This is what its all about. Chances like this dont come easy, They come

of a defeated town or splitting the sky lost beyond the sun? when did that cursed being die, i know not claws in his back he lays to rest face in the

there a world who's smiling face was spinning in circles out in space on the day that the architects have caused their plague of stone turn the ancient

off you fucked up racist cunt, understand the situation Back off you slimy worthless prick, you ain't got a clue what you're facing! Eat bricks you hed

end declared from the beginnin' Love won through my defeat But now I fear I will never peer On her radiance again I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red Of faces

There can be no vict'ry in defeat. If our-numbered, beat a fast retreat To the nearest shelter and dig in! When you live, then you win! Scratch and claw

nightmare in its crackling wake. The forces of the Imperium were plunged into a howling vortex of disarray, and, faced with the unthinkable prospect of defeat

they'd take me out just to announce that i would never escape clawing at straws, up and down off the walls then you fall and its all a black out defeat

I make heads spin like Rock Steady exorcisms Open Mic's the type of emcee who rips scenes Bullets stream i'm cutting you clean like wolverine With claws