the dark lord of the flies Here comes the lord of flies That lead the world astray No more the sun will shine However you may pray Here comes the lord of flies
sky its long red hair blowing freely in the wind... The chariot emerges and with a sharp swift movement the creature takes the reigns and flies up into
cry was the saddest of all earths sounds Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin Swept away by a moments sadness They say rage is a brief madness By way
was the saddest of all earth's sounds Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin Swept away by a moments sadness They say rage is a brief madness By way of
I am ready for tomorrow, in your name we'll fight my lord Your bloody war, waiting for another chance to waste them Other deaths to honour your reign
down a devasting force that lives inside your warrior's eyes with pride, a rising sun, high from the temple of mind [POST:] Stained world flies, far
destiny yet strengthened with the power of gods - underworld awaits hunger lord of pestilence and flies - infiltrator of plague defy the raging of gods
in iron strong hand break free denounced it's capture with raging flee Its streams of colors blinds all keen eyes Incandescent power its dark spirit flies
spoke aloud Lest they profane mortal lips and take the blame From unholy darkness their attacking the heavens A rage of angels descending from the skies A rage
coated cashews sippin' orange lemonade While a sweet young thing fans the flies from off his eyebrows He's dozin' in the green catalpa shade Lord they
Preacher man, judging you again Telling you about your sins He made himself god to say Sinful life is not the way Follow christ the lord of flies In holy
his hand Hard is the hunt for the man with no name The sun never sets on the last of the brave Shootin' dice with the Lord of the Flies Bowing your
conscience the cry for the triumph for my magic sword while rises the sceptre of our wise lord the scream for the eternal So thunder and storm, the rage
-coated cashews, sippin' orange lemonade, While a sweet young thing fans the flies from off his eyebrows. He's dozin' in the green Cataupa shade. Lord
Flying lord, God of all times. Swept in rage as we left it. As its gold whips our minds. And fierce tongue scratches our eyes. Wake me from my sleep,
And the pain of the next one I said "Fucking over All of this is shit" But still the wind calls "Imperium" When you rage at the Conqueror You only rage
