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I will take your final breath. And I will be your last regret. Cold blood runs in my blackened heart. Tearing every soul apart Messenger of death wields the scythe. Of man's damnation. Messenger
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like angel of death. In the dawn I'm in chains of beastial rage. And forced to make you dead. . The chains get tighter around my throat. I can give you no love, only dead-lift of pain. . In the
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Intro Valee. ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney. Chorus Bass Santana. I might just fall in love with death. I might just fall in love with death tonight. I might just fall in love with death. I might just
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old mule with your pig headed rules. With your narrow minded cronies. Who are fools of the first division. Death on two legs. You're tearing me apart. Death on two legs. You've never had a heart
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old mule with your pig headed rules. With your narrow minded cronies. Who are fools of the first division. Death on two legs. You're tearing me apart. Death on two legs. You've never had a heart
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you just can't see the signs Ohh, you'll never win the race but you can't give up the chase. Death alley driver, livin' at high speed, death alley driver, yeah. Death alley driver, who knows what you
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Intro. Death is life is death is life. Is death is life is. Verse 1. They're carvin' my name in the grave again. The flowers are fresh and their faces wet. My body has died, but I'm still alive. Look
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showは僕のもの. とろける様なキスをして first deathは君に捧ぐから. ♪. 君の視線のその先に 果たして僕は居たのかな. あの日の夢 壊れた普通 Iの匂い 居たのかな. 僕の心が夢を欲しがっている. 血と涙が僕を捜し出した. エブリ バディそこで何してる?. Devilにすべて吸い込まれちゃう. デビル バディそこで何してる?. Evilにすべて染まったんだ. 永久完全臓器物 脳天saw
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. Been calling out to me?. I seem to spend my whole life running. From people who could be. The death of you and me. 'Cause I can feel the storm clouds sucking up my soul. High tide. Life is getting
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. I foresee a holocaust. An angel of death descending to destroy the human race. . Down, down, deep undergound. A great disaster. . In the sixteenth century there was a french philosopher. By the
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Don't stay away for too long. Don't go to bed. I'll make a cup of coffee for your head. It'll get you up and going out of bed. I don’t wanna fall asleep. I don’t wanna pass away. I been thinking bout
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Come, take my hand. Let us walk for a while. Your burden of pain. Replaced with a smile For the peddlers of death. Always come calling one more time. Bearing promises For the peddlers of death
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'cause they don't understand how Death or glory becomes just another story. Death or glory becomes just another story 'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll. Grabs the mike to tell
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