The Dark Path

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hostilis somniuuuuum
edo suus cum hostilis somniuuuuum
suus carmen est engarrafamentus
suus carmen est engarrafamentus
hostilis somniuuuuum
edo suus cum hostilis somniuuuuum
suus carmen est engarrafamentus
suus carmen est engarrafamentus

My life is a joke
My life is a joke

Butcher knives in my skin
Cutting out beefs, sit there with me, cry with me
If I'm gone, Marco will come to you
Marco... will come
Butcher knives in my skin
Butcher knives in my skin

Knock her down with your car's tire
Knock her down with your car's tire
Knock her down with your car's tire
Knock her down with your car's tire
Knock her down with your car's tire

the fame went high to feed her dream within
the songs she wrote, |for those songs she would die
The crowd| circles| around her, gazing at the pitiful traveco
Her growlings got weaker "biba, biba, biba", the mass was shouting
The child that once| wore chanel, now her small hands are full of puke

dignitas
dignitas
dignitas
dignitas

They drowned her bleeding
The Shagrath came creeping
Was she one, was she one, of the Dicesar's own kind?
Beyond the beef, without a brain
A relief, a gay girl
Sacrifice a sheep, black metal way of life

Get your band's cds and let your father judge them
Walk the dark path in the forests weak and alone
The crowd circles around her, gazing at the pitiful traveco
Her growlings got weaker "biba, biba, biba", the mass was shouting
'Cause she loves the profane and puts her ass in a torch

Burn me in a pyre
Call me liar, doubt about me, the suicidal me
If I'm gone, Marco will come to you
Marco... will come
Burn me in a pyre
Burn me in a pyre

uuuh uuuh
hostilis somniuuuuum
edo suus cum hostilis somniuuuuum
suus carmen est engarrafamentus
suus carmen est engarrafamentus
hostilis somniuuuuum
edo suus cum hostilis somniuuuuum
suus carmen est engarrafamentus
suus carmen est engarrafamentus