Whispers in the dismal mist are full of crystal promises Black rites begun in earnest, ignite hell's hungry furnace Behold the bold inauguration of the dark
word, interred In her pornoglossa, Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary, my dreams still weep Of dark blood
so long since I've seen the young maiden My love is stronger that my fear of death I saddled up and away I did go, riding alone in the dark Maybe tomorrow
With arteries and tinsel breath Revolution, purple fist Pummeling your angel piss Sour powered, wussy soul Solid darkness, goddess show Weaving heirlooms through the hour From the cradle
blood Her dining table the cradle of mud She sees the prey and she's aware The times are hard but she don't care She's a vampire (Desire darker than
And LCD's on the wall He's watchin' every move High-tech redneck Run up on him if ya want to I bet, really, come on It might be dark in the woods But
the day the hawk feel You saw your love betrayed A new order to enslave the world And for you a new battle to fight [BRIDGE] We are the darkness, your
I gots to just wreck it, and when I come through everybody wanna try to neglect, they try to talk down because I gots to go through the dark, I see that
Born in fire, built in this empire Can't get no higher or stop my desire Dark Riders, we be pullin' all nighters Never see us perspire building this empire
coroner calls your number With no bread to bite or break from off the table The caskets had exceeded the number of cradles When it's dark, danger falls
that It sound dope (Bust 'em in the eye Shaq) You wanna fight? Come fight me I'll hit ya with the wa, psh, psh, psh, see, see I get dirty after dark
no wins here This sport's extreme, know what I mean? Gettin' royalties, 'Down With The King' Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle Cracks, in the cradle Cracks in the cradle
I have been ungrateful and I have been unwise Restless from the cradle but now I realize it's so hard To see the rainbow through glasses dark as these
some time to rhyme to Susan Lucci Hoes coming out, saying "Who's she?" Dead by dawn, rhymin' for you D [DMC] Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
think you goin' son? We gon' catch you soon We here to take over this shit Pour the tycoon Blossom and gloom Capture any nigga sober in a little dark
we eat the wiseman's eyes she bleeds orgasm in techni-color an ocean of alien mystery for sight that we might the lights fast enough see the darkness
car I'm thinking that I might have drove you too far I'm thinking of the love That you laid on my table I told you not to wander 'round in the dark
There's nothing like the warmth of a summer afternoon Waking to the sunlight, being cradled by the moon Catching fireflies at night, building castles