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The End Complete(Roadrunner, 1991) |
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The killing is a mean rots in the pain.
Fight for the fear of rights.
The time is set, scream for their help.
Cry through the darkest night.
The peeling is the skin rotting the soul.
Hailing for the chosen son.
Mortality the pain, fearing for the living.
Ravenge the chosen one.
The darkness falls beyond the grave.
Blessing ground in which they save.
Even though the time has passed.
The soul is fried to life. To live.
Rotting souls in fear of desperately.
Serpent souls in bowels on which to feed.
The demon dog is out for blood and parts.
The demon craves the blood we're thirsting on.
Help me I'm in pain.
Help me I'm in pain.
A stab in the back with a fearless knife.
With no regard to an innocent life.
Ruthlessly killing. What terrible fun.
Now that you're falling, with nowhere to run.
Back to the one who you fear is dead.
The nightmare returns, so it's sliced through your head.
Warmly embraced you will soon go away.
The blood-soaked heads and the destitute say, say.
Back to one.
You're falling, you're falling to your death down below.
You're dying it's pain no one will ever know.
You're crawling toward the goodness of the light.
You're crying out after those, who may stop this fight.
Not the one. The souls are gonna burn.
You're the one. Coming down the dead.
Through the darkness skies are gonna shout.
Pray for lies, but who's the one to go.
Streams of blood flow into the streets.
Feeds the need, of the decayed rotting means.
The fires breeds upon, the weary young.
Evil tales, sold his only son.
Life no longer fills the need.
Dead silence in which to feed.
The fires breeds upon, the weary young.
Evil tales sold his only son.
Life no longer, fills the need.
Feeds the need, of the decayed rotting means.
No will. No will to live. To live.
Without light, light, you're dead.
Coming to the end to die. End of life.
Arriving in the end of life.
Ones decide to sacrifice.
No will, no will to live, to live.
Without, without light is end.
Coming, coming to the end of life.
Lost in darkness realms of gold.
The fearless ones now are down.
The final blood is, burned off life.
Some say you're choosing to fight.
Some say you're scheduled to live or die.
Some say you're scheduled to kill, laughing at what they will do.
What if they are right, to lift the fate of everyone.
Let them live in pain. A pain to which there is no end.
As I look to the right. I see the horror filled within.
Killing the meaning of life.
Killing is a way to leave your body, a mean to release your fear.
A fear of sickness down within. Let the guilty pay.
A pain to which there is no end.
Back from the grave.
Took the life of everyone.
From the bottom of the grave took the death from everyone.
To those who fear their right.
You are the first sign then filled with fear.
A fear that begins to mount, the fear that turns you inside out.
Into the realms of no way out.
Into a life of the utter doubt.
A place in which you won't exist.
A place in which you're living dead.
As you begin to fall.
A terror with these that fear.
A trust in your beliefs.
Be forced to no release.
The corrosion fills your mind, your mind.
Your eyes turn to stone.
A killer becomes in you.
Rotting soul's desire.
Arriving in the night.
A peeling soul to pay, crying for the light.
Piercing through your brain.
Reaching out for help.
The help in which you pray.
Searching for the answer to questions which they say, just killing time.
The killing time is the final bout.
Life slowly decays from the depths of down below.
Powerful rotting ways.
Corpses laid out on the ground, form a perfect line.
Killing time.
Rotten is the deadly birth.
Strength turns to fear.
Certain for the end result, life's breath draws near.
A falling victim to decay.
Infection sets the pace,
rising from your loneliness, and the human race.
You will soon come with me to die
and find that death is not the end.
Who I say, who will, who won't be freed.
Tell me that this is not the end complete.
Even as the end's complete.
Finding strength in one's defeat.
Living in an endless score,
killing me with battle sores.
I'm the one that's sent to kill.
Feeling all destructive will.
Bring forth one dead soul's decay.
The end complete's the final day.
When the time has come to bare,
dying young fall to despair.
To bring forth one dead soul's decay.
The end complete's the final day.
Terror fills my mind.
Cannot prevent what's mine.
Silence life that's sent.
Fearing the souls, of fate.
Death decides rotting ways.
Rotting ways, fear of death the signs from below.
Rotting ways, fear that bleeds with lives sought low.
The fear has come beyond the rotting ways.
Now the time writes down the days.
They're coming for the glory of the kill without a sound.
Mystery sinks into, back into the ground.
Terror fills my mind.
Cannot prevent what's mine.
Silence life that's sent.
Fearing the souls of fate.
Death decides rotting ways.