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Inflict decreation Unforgiving Annihilation I am fucking deicide A roar of a thousand empires condemned The blood of existence is on your hands A world
shore to sea shore, I sell my yaght and play Yatzee Ynot's the posse, dressing tight, yo I'm friendly Who's the master, the weak-minded say I rock too strong The short
been a Bad Boy A sad boy, I call your girl 13 cause she's good Should I say more? I see more, I see more Sea shore to sea shore, I sell my yaght and
a fond creation and a soft wind that blows There lives a fair maiden, she's the one I adore She's the one I will marry on the Red River shore She wrote
hold tranquility The brides of sin are wed Their price, nine holy heads White marble walls bleed red Fuck the Bastards Come on... God's creation -
well Just keep it going I'm a red pill taker, who's my real maker? Group homes and tombstones to feel safer Loopholes for new souls, lets keep praying Too grown to complain, I create
me the groove and my squad we gonna try to move your feet See I am the doctor spoc and I'd like to say hello A to the black to the white the red and the
apocalypse A deep red vortex Burned the sky And mankind lies dying And ten beasts arise Waging eternal war Forevermore "From the sea he rises Creating
McCrite] In fields of green, vast as the oceans Is this a dream, is it evermore? A million years, fast as a notion I stand alone here on the silent shore
stars that absent, marred All creation with their In the beginning Bewinged and ringed with dawn This favoured Avatar, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore
. Her face washed over and over, again and again; Tears of sadness, tears of pain coloured red: Our love dissolved by lacerating drops of insanity, Our unity, creating
accordance with my fate One long drift across the lake of Avalon One more trip that I must create And my eyes sweep ashore That was always there, a blood red
the movie, said a little poetry Had some problems with the cops, cause his man gun was hot And of course, fuck that red tape (*gavel pounds three times
the movie, said a little poetry Had some problems with the cops, cause his man gun was hot And of course, fuck that red tape [gavel pounds three times
paradise never created floating on the tide of the human mind washing the shores of the microcosmos guiding hordes of men towards the sick and the blind red
that absent, marred All creation with their theft In the beginning Bewinged and ringed with dawn This favoured Avatar, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore
the one I will marry on the Red River shore. I jumped on my bronco and away I did ride to marry my true love on the Red River side. But her pa knew the
