Grudgeholder & Hatemonger
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⏱️ 5:38 duration
🆔 ID: 23461165
📜 Lyrics
Welcome into this realm of mine
Of sickness and disease
Where braves the embryonic
State of mind and body freeze
From all the many legions
Now feeding on the dead
Though torn asunder in the fire
They have called for the soul
And now you're better off dead
A sweet dark fire
That burns in the pyres of hell
With fume consumed and fuel for those
Who aim to hack and slash me down from head to toe
This burning pyre is a tad better than the trove
Why not to whip your ass and whip it good?
Good old-fashioned human stew
That will, once disturbed
Serve as another of diverted lies
And advice to the order
Of unwritten laws
The picking of the one more deviant
And easily detected swine
Accepting the alphabet
Which isn't clad in fat
Nigga-dips on your teardal hauling
Parades never, ever questioned up 'till now
And now you're better off dead
There's a sweet dark fire
That burns in the pyres of hell
Oh, how I wish I'd say I dream of you
Consumed in flames but every night
But I don't, I simply don't care if you die
And if it comes down to believing in hell, well
I, for one, don't have a soul to sell
This scum of lard, begotten son
Another one to wage the war
Full and harmless, ready from an ancient time
But nothing matters as time changes the time
But you know where you're heading
Just look where you came from
Great hate in stinky, gay time
And now you're better off dead
We were all in the thirty below
So don't fret and never repent
It's all but nothing in the scheme of things
And all too close to what will be the honest thing to do
As city lights in the shadows are trapped to the one end
Pressure!
You call me devil, you're a sick measure!
A prompt first answer for the day to hide pressure!
Must you give god?
Vi som haver varit kär
Ser till vi som tretton är de
Som vars förhoppningar
Så blir av nåt värre
Så de som ser det
Och ser därför inte
Vad som händer
Blir av detta till ett val
När svärdet driver blickar sönder
Dess ögon, vilka skrevet
Så sommar som regn och is skrevet
Bakom dig i backen vänder
Och ögonen syns från hela samtalet
Som ur genom tusen vatt
Hjälp mig ur här, det blir natt
Of sickness and disease
Where braves the embryonic
State of mind and body freeze
From all the many legions
Now feeding on the dead
Though torn asunder in the fire
They have called for the soul
And now you're better off dead
A sweet dark fire
That burns in the pyres of hell
With fume consumed and fuel for those
Who aim to hack and slash me down from head to toe
This burning pyre is a tad better than the trove
Why not to whip your ass and whip it good?
Good old-fashioned human stew
That will, once disturbed
Serve as another of diverted lies
And advice to the order
Of unwritten laws
The picking of the one more deviant
And easily detected swine
Accepting the alphabet
Which isn't clad in fat
Nigga-dips on your teardal hauling
Parades never, ever questioned up 'till now
And now you're better off dead
There's a sweet dark fire
That burns in the pyres of hell
Oh, how I wish I'd say I dream of you
Consumed in flames but every night
But I don't, I simply don't care if you die
And if it comes down to believing in hell, well
I, for one, don't have a soul to sell
This scum of lard, begotten son
Another one to wage the war
Full and harmless, ready from an ancient time
But nothing matters as time changes the time
But you know where you're heading
Just look where you came from
Great hate in stinky, gay time
And now you're better off dead
We were all in the thirty below
So don't fret and never repent
It's all but nothing in the scheme of things
And all too close to what will be the honest thing to do
As city lights in the shadows are trapped to the one end
Pressure!
You call me devil, you're a sick measure!
A prompt first answer for the day to hide pressure!
Must you give god?
Vi som haver varit kär
Ser till vi som tretton är de
Som vars förhoppningar
Så blir av nåt värre
Så de som ser det
Och ser därför inte
Vad som händer
Blir av detta till ett val
När svärdet driver blickar sönder
Dess ögon, vilka skrevet
Så sommar som regn och is skrevet
Bakom dig i backen vänder
Och ögonen syns från hela samtalet
Som ur genom tusen vatt
Hjälp mig ur här, det blir natt