answers are seldom given to unpopular questions Justify our hearts by what we selfishly hope to achieve (Job 9:20) I will live my life Under the blood
ground The answers are seldom given to unpopular questions Justify our hearts by what we selfishly hope to achieve I will live my life Under the blood
fertile ground The answers are seldom given to unpopular questions Justify our hearts by what we selfishly hope to achieve I will live my life Under the blood
of town for a man who wears a suit like that He prays for my blind eye I pray for his new bride Transatlantic transactions under covers covering up an attraction Blood
one, aren't you? Brides in veils for you We told you all of our secrets All but one and don't you even try The phone has been disconnected Dripping with blood
Darkness, ever darkness reigns Ever darkness under moon Darkness, ever darkness drains Above me breaks through... I'm alone in this world Only moon is my bride
in love And the tears after losing the feelings of what you thought love was Like the dirt still up under the rug My life be like bad characteristics covered in Christ's blood
Under the darkened, Ancient oak Gentle in the nights breeze I stop and stare, rest a while With hands upon my knees Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub
my throat with lipstick, and leave my blood for flies, I'll gurgle the blues under a sea of lies. Before you take me to the sea, let me kiss the bride
and pierces her neck With passionate inhuman fury The cuts his pulsing veins And makes her drink his precious blood The two minds fight and dance together A frenzied dance of secret love "Under
bride we sail Kiss the wind, rejoice on wave of grave Desolate face, torment now erased Copper sunsets, metal shore of hope alive Under clouds of thorns
You are the Lilith should born by a sacrifice Under a full moon... rites of black masses The purity of the sin will show out When the Antichrist's advent
I held Her in eyes like necropoli Laying Her on a tomb with a view Lighting Her from Her feet To the stars in Her hair Drove sweet blood to Her throat
from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb The blood of Jesus Is
I held her in eyes like Necropoli Laying her on a tomb with a view Lighting her from her feet To the stars in her hair Drove sweet blood to her throat
a part of a beautiful bride Was not her destiny The old tree's neck within the sight To put to death her insanity Desolate scenes under the old tree
M&L - Weikath/Deris] Headles Pulling the machine down Coming to the low sound Feeling like a real man Racing Flashing fom down under Flesh and blood
Headless Pullin' the machine down Comin' to the low sound Feelin' like a real man, yeah Racin' Flashin' from down under Flesh and blood and thunder Tremblin