Woorden:
Terror Voice Of The Damned

the lost, the damned, the shamed. Broken homes, lost souls. Abandoned hopes, all time lows, and I know you all feel the same. We are the lost, the damned

are the lost, the damned, the shamed. Broken homes, lost souls. Abandoned hopes, all time lows, and I know you all feel the same. We are the lost, the damned

vast farmland of our own midwest. And as we decended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, 'nay, a million voices, full of fear. And terror

keep his heart racing (Clear) (Chorus) Will he make it? Will he survive? Terror in his eyes Night the city cries Payback is crime He damn near died

-a-dub, three bodies in a tub Okay, go get the men with the white gloves You can call it business but I'm personal Onyx's verse to whoever want to feel with terror

disappeared behind its nose Not in my name, Tony, you great war leader you Terror is still terror, whosoever gets to frame the rules History's not written by the vanquished or the damned

of terror in the heartland she is dangerous! hearing voices sadistic messages from satan's minions! She's known as the mistress of mischief the queen of the damned

After the dance, after the innocent fall from The terror that lies in the hand's of the damned Under the trance, only the voices that cry in the dark

into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror