Burn The Priest - Lies Of Autumn | Текст Иностранной Песни
As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper Thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke Rising from a butt ground out on my arm Step into this decay and experience
Burn The Priest - Lame | Текст Иностранной Песни
Whine, whine, whine How can you afford to throw me those looks When you haven't pulled the bloody wool From over your eyes yet? How can you say those things to
Burn The Priest - Resurrection #9 | Текст Иностранной Песни
Lay waste torn asunder weak and lost in the past Obfuscates the self mind, ripped it away Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun god I think not serpent get thee behind me
Burn The Priest - Ruiner | Текст Иностранной Песни
How light could be our darkest hour? None will be left when they come to collect their blood debts All accounts will run dry, a binary vessel Full of nothing but dust
Burn The Priest - Dimera | Текст Иностранной Песни
With just a flick of the opal banded finger I will throw you into a concentric mental decline I control your elation, I control your depression I take as I wish, memory clothed
Burn The Priest - Suffering Bastard | Текст Иностранной Песни
Shorn of apocryphal pride The locks falls predicting strife Cranium exposed Denial of aesthetic Push it [Incomprehensible] All of this burnt to ashes All of
Burn The Priest - Goatfish | Текст Иностранной Песни
Ripped out all the options Busted broke still drunk on hubris and on the night before Mechanically destroying the self, pushing annihilate Live in the vernacular
Burn The Priest - Preaching To The Converted | Текст Иностранной Песни
The public wants what the public gets Lazarus himself wouldn't rise into this world Decry relativity damned petulant For seeing through a Trojan horse Full of Zyklon,
Burn The Priest - Departure Hymn | Текст Иностранной Песни
We are in this world, not of it Spreading like vermin, the last, last of the breed We are in this world, not of it Spreading like vermin, the last, last of the breed
Burn The Priest - Bloodletting | Текст Иностранной Песни
Archaic methods transfer through well, in the face of mass denial Bitterness fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity Stepping the grate, shattered nerves ground Down to a