Paroles de The House On The Borderland

Apocalypse is right Black rips of broken night Killers gather deep below I roped him for reading his book, yeah Black hell disciples hear our song Ready hate, your child is gone again Priestess of black magic I want you covered in necromantic She rages off the knife, so you know Our chalice, now overfilled Black hell disciples hear our song Ready hate, your child is gone again Black hell disciples hear our song Ready hate, your child is gone again