[The Omen Soundtrack Cover] Have you ever seen the Holy Light? I want to reach all wisdom's highest degrees to write my book. I had to fight against
The american psycho says The american psycho wants The American psycho says The american psycho needs Let me hynotize you Let me take control Let me
...It's eleven o' clock in the desecrated church and now that we're all here, we're ready to follow the Black Priest, while bats and toads invade the
In a tree the branches gows Thank to the light of the sky And at the same time, The roots grows Thanks to the darkness of the ground But in the centre
Veni, domine liberator Dona nobis potestatem. Te adoramus, veneramus Dona nobis scientiam. You're the Horned God of Witches You're the adored Templar
It's the night of All Saints' Day the Graveyard Master is here to stay. Ritual drums and thunderlights scan the rhythm on Voo-doo night. Blood, black
And black dry tears rolled down from your empty orbits while you remember with sorrow your ancient splendour the colossal pomps of this withered remote
I am the horned Beast with the seven heads. I bear the whore, drunk with the blood of Jesus. I rise from the abyss to avenge the memory of my martyrs,
ragin' fury gives the clown power Leads the game to a bloody shower Flowing down our despair We evoked the beast from his dark lair It's the circus of death
You that think that you're never wrong You that think the world's gone mad You with your misguided beliefs Tell me what is now right or wrong. I was
rags She brings us the squalor of her ancient sins. The rotten embrace of her old, sick paunch that has brought to life the sons of Black Death. You
He was called the wickedest man in the world the Great Beast of Hell incarned on earth. He spent all his life studying ancient cults and cursing the God
do they carry me? And then the dark and the sound of a far bell yes, the latest thing that I could here when I've arrived here here, in this coffin, yes this is death
Cyber-hackers, spaced-out freaks Metal junkies, goths'n'geeks Mutant bikers, lesbian whores Twisted tyrants and all the impures Paranoia in on the wall
When the winds blows through the trees When daylight is too far gone And nightime falls on these desolate lands. When a thin fog drifts over houses and
is not the way to go The world needs your love! Where have you gone? Your child of madness is longing for his life 'Cause war, sickness and death have
Welcome to my hell welcome to the spell Cadavers, monsters and witches as well all together in my hell ring for you Satan's bell this is the end can't
This is not the way to go The world needs your love! Where have you gone? Your child of madness is longing for his life 'Cause war, sickness and death
