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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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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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Little death, witchy hex. Leave disturbance in my head. Cowboy mouth, Indian blood. Little death, the perfect curse Little death, thief of fire. Love you baby 'til the day I die. Cloven hoof
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Saatana!vittu!perkele! Welcome to my world of death and pain. Oh it drives you so insane. I am no blast from the past. Because I'm death and I'm everlast I'm the future breed, evil and mean. A
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I can give you, you can give me something, everything. You are with me, I am with you always, join me in Love and death, love and death. Don't you mess, don't you mess with my heart. Love and
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overcomes soul soars to the other plain. Existence past the door I sail through purgatory's bay I asked a god for poison cradle me sown to my dreams souls searching. Death blossoms where clouds lie over me
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Please sleep, my darlin', sleep. Your death by information. Won't disturb the peace on distant stars And even when you lock the doors. And slide behind the unlit shades. None of us saw strangers
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Bài hát Love After Death . Ca sĩ Rage. All I want is you. But so far I never knew you. Our limitless selves. All that can remain is there. Now give us the time to share it. 'Til the sleep comes again
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My death is like. A swinging door. A patient girl who knows the score. Whistle for her. And the passing time My death waits like. A bible truth. At the funeral of my youth. Weep loud for that
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My death is like. A swinging door. A patient girl who knows the score. Whistle for her. And the passing time My death waits like. A bible truth. At the funeral of my youth. Weep loud for that
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On your back look on to me. You'll see genocide. Face from death more than insane. Profane pleading cries. Watch you die inside watch you die. God send death and misery. Preach no love of ministry
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. So let it be done. I'm sent here by the chosen one. So let it be written. So let it be done. To kill the first born pharaoh son. I'm creeping death. Now. Let my people go, land of Goshen. Go. I will be
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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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