under Ashes to ashes and dust to dus The time has come to pay the price When you're left to ro Close your eyes and rest in pain The endless screams that
is made up of four seasons And springtime finds him young and planting his grain And then the summer comes bringing warm rains of reason And time to reap his crop of heartache and pain
up ready to make his mark underground target hooked up with black market now peep this shit gets deeper and deeper, the doomstown grim reaper
the skies Overlords of hatred consecration Exalt the spirits of tyrant command Cast the em-plagued scourge Through seas of reaped flesh and gore Infamous
Twilightful reaping winds Blowing soul's execution Etheral massacre - sacrifice beyond Perpetual fiery - slaughtering void Embrace the wanderer to be
does shit get? Is it worth the Bentleys and jets In this jungle of sheer cons and devils with breasts I mean does everything happen for a reason? The change of seasons
sleep. As in sorrow, so shall ye reap, as in reason so shall ye sleep. Reap the promised end to the struggle. Reap every point on our linear path. Reap
the time had come to show the world what had grown within. This day of life, a sacred moment in time, when joy and pain collide. It takes a life to create
Let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to
Aftermath] Let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become
in hell, by our frantic slaughters. As alastor is waiting to reap your weak carcass all over by millions ! Its time to bear chaos and pain to riddle
from the skies Overlords of hatred consecration exalt the spirits of tyrant command cast the emplagued scourge thru seas of reaped flesh and gore infamous
does shit get? Is it worth the Bentleys and jets in this jungle of sheer cons and devils with breasts. I mean does everything happen for a reason, the change of seasons
is in our own brains Conquering seas and lands away Were coming for thee Don't ride away 'til you have pain The reaping of pain will be simpler for
of the seven blackened seas, hear my voice, I condemn this battle not to ever cease! Come forth! you feeble ones and taste my sword! To reap your souls
