type to turn my back and run It's just never appealed to me to be the same as everyone And when it comes to shove and I can't see you through the black
type to turn my back and run. It's just never appealed to me to be the same as everyone. And when it comes to shove and I can't see you through the black
Vertimas: Demonas Hunter. Per Juodosios.
autographics Fraction of my bustin microphones start to lust and Words plays over power practice might bust em The black male persuasion known to hunt
see my doctor 'cause it's hard on the battlefield That's why I keep my black shield 'cause God say don't kill But know that we real when we come through Got to scope in my demon to hunt
of my self in the wild hunt The horned god take me through infernal journeys I throw my self into all the demons. I cast my self into the Wild Hunt
high Then you click the mic the whole audience wanna rhyme In '92 I let the Cage outta Alex Through college radio demonstrate the fist, fuck the love ballads Summon demons
know by the greed of a thirsty God war hunting humans and drinking white lightning my fear no you ain't got enough Shifting Shadows in a demons race
Burning cross appears, symbolising death Black waters stir, a painful sight Secret faces overarch the spheres The wind groans, seance repeats Gorge of
Demons on his black steed Racing through forests night His heads is nowhere to be found It's a terryfying sight Hew scours 'round the countryside Silver
Black visions through my eyes, like tunnels in demonic laughter One with the night, I crushed the gates into this dimension in red With red bursting eyes
cult of witch hunters The offspring of the preacher and his whores In the jet-black night of Samhain The peace and happiness were broken The demonic
hunters The offspring of the preacher and his whores In the jet-black night of Samhain The peace and happiness were broken The demonic hordes from the
fields Lonely girls ride the great beast, Virginal Goddess of Hunt Diana Through the Brocken Spectre rose a luring Angel Sister of Morgana, forever dressed in black With journey through
of my self in the wild hunt The horned god take me through infernal journeys I throw my self into all the demons. i cast my self into the wild hunt The
War:] The vast armies of Mytos K'unn, marshalled by a sorceress of great power known as Zyrashana the Witch-Queen, had been cutting a swath through the
doctor, cuz it's hard on tha battlefield dat's why I keep my black shield, cuz God say don't kill but know dat we real when we come through got to scope in my demon to hunt
