Thursday, March 13, 2014

Un, deux, trois, cinq



I was born of the womb of a poisonous spell
Beaten and broken and chased from the land

I was hung from the tree made of tongues of the weak
The branches, the bones of the liars, the thieves

Blessed by a bitch from a bastard's seed
Pleasure to meet you, prepare to bleed

Skinned her alive, ripped her apart
Scattered her ashes, buried her heart

Rise up above it, high up above it and see
Rise, I'll rise, I'll rise

Pray to your God, open your heart
Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark
Cover your eyes, the devil's inside

One night of the hunter
One day I will get revenge

Pray to your God, open your heart
Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark
Cover your eyes, the devil's inside

Honest to God I'll break your heart
Tear you to pieces and rip you apart


Vous me craindre comme le diable

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