Hell blade) Bow to me, exalting me (Hell blade) With me you'll be forever! [Chorus:] Hell blade, hell blade coming (From the sea) Hell blade, hell blade coming (Hypocrisy) Hell blade, hell blade
ain't no saints Can we lay in the trench and rock the war paint? The same feelin' scheme, temper made the rhythm mean My self-esteem, my '98 blade hit
Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave Disco Dave Disco Dave (E) Hello Brooklyn Hello Brooklyn New York, New York, it's a hell
anyone who tell you different is a martyr [Vinnie Paz] I'm from the pits of hell Escaping from an Egyptian cell I dedicate this to the saints that's
weak and faint, the weak and frail Dripping the life fantastic Let's celebrate our great escape For goodness sake, its all the same The sinner and saint, heaven and hell
I see three peaks: one for Hell, one for heaven, one for Grand Mystery In Hell three lakes: of burning tar, of vermin and of ice- all brimming with sinners
into one I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed I'm your hell, I'm your dream I'm nothing
There's no saints in the world today before my blade there are no exceptions I gather my troops for the final kill the western world will be gone tomorrow
dredged from hell As innocents entreat a shifting God, their voices soaring On a silver tide to heaven, on a knife edge as they fell The blade would
might feel disembodied,.. boundless, spinning helplessly through space..." [Jamie Madrox] That's me, the one you see awaken in dreams Saint or sinner
Foreheads explode, entrails twirl Breaking open brain-pans as well Red blood flowing as souls speed to hell Oderus smites the black pope, exposing the brain The blade
like boys too from tip to toe but don't think that's a love affair all together now Viva il Vaticano! Call us priests or call us saints leaders of
grow The exterminating angel He's there's to be emperor To command Nospheratus Creature of crypts Die From the eternal darkness A blade will shine Saints
ain't no saints Can we lay in the trench and rock the war paint? The same feelin scheme, temper made the rhythm mean My self-esteem, my '98 blade hit '
dredged from Hell As innocents entreat a shiffing God Their voices soaring On a silver tide to heaven On a knife edge as they fell The blade would plunge
26, but I act my age. I took care of all my bills, all my tax is paid. I ain't a killa but I will the rachet blades. I grab ya toasta and smoke ya like
