2 Hits From Hell EP
They called us walking corpses Unholy living dead They had to lock us up Put us in their British hell Make sure your face is clean now Can't have no dirty dead All the corpses here are clean, boy All the yanks in British hell I don't wanna be here in your London Dungeon I don't wanna be here in your British hell Ain't no mystery why I'm in misery in Hell Here's hoping you're free They called us walking corpses Unholy living dead They had to lock us up Put us in their British hell I don't wanna be here in your London Dungeon I don't wanna be here in your British hell Ain't no mystery why I'm in misery in Hell Here's hoping you're swell Make sure your face is clean now Can't have no dirty dead All the corpses here are clean, boy All the yanks in British hell I don't wanna be here in your London Dungeon I don't wanna be here in your British hell Ain't no mystery why I'm in misery in Hell Here's hoping you're swell Here's hoping you're swell Here's hoping you're swell Here's hoping you're swell
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 14, 2025
It flows like the waters of Abzu, with might so forceful in its grasp to strangle all of time. Drown in airless death, look beneath the sand to the nether...remember. The heat blinds my eyes, but nothing can stop the burning hunger for the other In the absence of light, shines visions divine. Where none dare to seek is where the devil shall ride. This unending labyrinth, where truths seem to dwell, is where I shall wander Walk among the coals which illuminate the path of the unknown. One of the night, a child of fire doomed to search â for the kingdom that was and will forever be above and below. Behold not what is lost, but what's forever burned on this infernal journey In the absence of light, shines visions divine. Where none dare to seek is where the devil shall ride. In this unending labyrinth, where the sacred ash lies â My heart opens for thee Granted light from the darkness bestowed. The night glows through the eyes of Cain. I am the salt in the wounds of the thorns Through the winding path of the abyss, I find the trail of wolf's cum and witch's blood of which I was born. A seed that ignites the blackest flame with divine splendor
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 18, 2026