Slayer - Behind the crooked cross

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Time melts away in the living inferno,
Trapped by a cause that I once understood.
Feeling a sickness building inside of me.
Who will I really have to answer to.

March on through the rivers of red.
Souls drift, they fill the air.
Forced to fight, behind,
The croocked cross.

Do only what is expected of me,
With no emotions my feelings suppresed.
Blind obedience carries me through all.
Conscience a word I learned to forget.

March of through the rivers of red.
Flesh burns, it fills the air.
Forced to fight, behind,
The croocked cross.

Leads: Hanneman, King, Hanneman

Time melts away from the living inferno,
Trapped by a cause that I once understood.
Blind obedience carries me through all,
Do only what is expected of me.

March on through the rivers of red.
Souls drift, they fill the air.
Forced to fight, behind,
The croocked cross

Inne utwory

  • Captor of sin
  • Skeleton Christ
  • Skeletons of society
  • Temptation
  • Divine intervention
  • South of heaven
  • In the name of god
  • Ss-3
  • Abolish government
  • Exile
  • Human disease
  • Guilty fo being white
  • Cast down
  • Die by the sword
  • Spill the blood
  • Threshold
  • Losowe utwory

    Behind the crooked cross

    Time melts away in the living inferno,
    Trapped by a cause that I once understood.
    Feeling a sickness building inside of me.
    Who will I really have to answer to.

    March on through the rivers of red.
    Souls drift, they fill the air.

    Song of joy

    Come and sing a song of joy for peace shall come,
    my brother
    Sing, sing a song of joy for men shall love each
    other
    That day will dawn just as sure as hearts that are
    pure, are hearts set free
    No man must...

    Be my angel

    They say it s me,
    That makes you do things
    You might not have done,
    If I was away
    And that s it s me,
    That likes to talk to you
    And watches you,
    As you walk away
    Don t say it...

    Sleepless

    Let me see the world you re building now
    Fear and anger feel so sweet
    It s hard to hear your voice
    When it s only in my head
    It s a part of you in everyone I meet

    Your skin still haunts me down
    I m on my knees
    Trying to imagine how it must have...

    Lánzame los trastos baby

    Lánzame los trastos baby,
    aunque me den, que me den en la cabeza.
    Lánzame los trastos baby,
    aunque me den , que me den en la cabeza,
    Que a mí me gustan las tentaciones fuertes,
    yo necesito preposiciones deshonestas.
    Si, cabe, con , contra, desde y hasta por...