Here
to play behind the walls
Jump before scenes of fright
Spanish like fucka withANA Jets
Wrongefully ironic plus its tan
Jill Doebane
Piloted Son The Holy Man
We don't have to wait.
We don't have to wait.
We don't have to wait.
Robbing buying them souls,
sacrifice the
Forbidden ones,
satisfy his sexual lust,
She'll to me,��.
Baby's
we took them tow
to bite!
To bite!
To bite!
To bite!
Sadistic father mopping by the quaver sick.
Shivering laughter,
soap in the tomes.
Chokes your offense, but then he bites.
Watching him, blip and die.
Sun darkness kills his dreams.
Halfway,
came through.
Oh
The mighty of the Elder Gods!
Shields away the Descendants of the Man!
Little Crypt of Fire!
Little Crypt of Fire!
Little Crypt of Fire!
Huh?
The Earth was once a part,
now you must give in to beyond!
Shields away the Thirteenth Son of the Man!
Little Crypt of Fire!
Little Crypt of Fire!
Little Crypt of Fire!