Thick in obscurity Organize to control The power compels your soul Organize to control Speak the incantation Follow the ordination Enter the organization Organize
Thick in obscurity Organize to control The power compels your soul Organize to control Speak the incantation Follow the ordination Enter the Organization
번역: 죽음의 천사. 조직.
answer for that Apologize to my fam, I got you all dressing in black (I hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs
blazin' angel, known for raisin hell, And we don't plan on changin'. [Chorus:] New breed, full blooded thoroughbreds. Organized, don't kill without
my gat spit Till the palbearers close the casket And that's it, the end of the chapter The beginnin of the next one The resurrection, imperfection, after death
Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds and the flowers we love Truly 'tis so for in heaven's own way each soul is a flower in the Master
soldiers are reflected The endless road and the wailing of chimes The empty rooms where her memory is protected Where the angels' voices whisper to the
d learn how to get in line there's still room on the cross for the sheep of the flock there's still space available to join the angels at the trough &
bad condition, but anyway. The angel follows. [Machine: ] Time, irrelevant. I can't die and it's my own fault Inspiration of a living organism I lost
alter into praises despite holy duty and menacing perdition Seers can say that his birth does death subdue no more His birth does death subdue not, for
pitchers of gold. Soon we'll be dead, To death we'll be wed, We'll slip on the ring, it ain't a big thing And though you may curse 'thee', We're angels
Look alive it's crackin', this is organized street hustlin' With corporate backin' promotin' interstate traffic Classic, smash out right 'Cause live from Los Angeles
days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions and near death throes
rot I hate you to a level of intoxication Don't feel alone, I've got enough I wish you slow death, slow death by grinding Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren
Mutilate the sacred land, desecration of their gods. Dismember their vital organs, drain the precious blood. Conserve the rotting flesh, preserve the
scab filled with puss Guns 'R Us (*Gun cock*), so bury me and my sarcophagus Then I'm on fuckin' hearts, and body parts get torn The Angel of Death kills