by Divina Enema on album At The Conclave

The Darkest Hour Caym: With gesture I call you, O stranger unknown... The Grove: Ye nasty knight came wriggling down among the tangled pillars where's nothing to be done but hold your ground thus hol

by Divina Enema on album At The Conclave

[Caym:] With gesture I call you O stranger unknown... [The Grove:] Ye nasty knight came wriggling down among the tangled pillars where's nothing to be done but hold your ground thus hold on to your h

by Divina Enema on album At The Conclave

[Caacrinolaas:] Expel the conscience of yours merely! And incense will seem to be reaching the stars! In stampede miserable deviltry is! [Demons in chorus:] Oh, they are! [Peter:] Suddenly a wind ar

by Divina Enema on album At The Conclave

[Peter:] In weary lust they have been sate o'er aisle Seem to be screaming: [Demons:] Come we will Stranger! Stay for a while... You will be our capture Why won't you be... [Peter:] So the dome i

by Divina Enema on album At The Conclave

[The Holy Holt:] The end is near! Time nears the end The utmost foe is dead! Consume his flesh and sip his blood Belch then: 'time nears the end... ' From furtive hole his blood she'd forth None ca

by Divina Enema on album At The Conclave

[Caacrinolaas:] My soul belongs to devil forever! With devil forever so I sold my soul

by Divina Enema on album To Wight Shalt Never Shine

(In the first chamber was a Dragon-Man, clearing away the rubbish from a cave's mouth; within a number of Dragons were hollowing the cave. In the second chamber was a Viper folding round the rock

by Divina Enema on album To Wight Shalt Never Shine

(But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to be expunged; this I shall do by printing in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, melting

by Temple Shirley on album Heidi (1937)

Temple Shirley Heidi (1937) In Our Little Wooden Shoes Lyrics/Music Sidney Mitchell and Lew Pollack Have you seen my new shoes They are made out of wood Such nice little shoes Don't you think th

by Bobo In White Wooden Houses on album White Wooden Houses

Now you can't believe it's gonna be your way the years went by it seems you won't get nowhere you ask for a way out you are at a loss and you would better run away to hide your face in a crowd you don

by The Wooden Sky on album When Lost at Sea

Well I dreamt last night you were makin love To a bird you sworn you'd given up Oh oh woo oh oh I woke up shakin And the wolves kept a watch on the wind outside I kept my eyes towards the wooden sky

by Bobo In White Wooden Houses on album Passing Stranger

Bobo In White Wooden Houses Passing Stranger White Wooden Houses (4:03) Now you can't believe it's gonna be your way the years went by it seems you won't get nowhere you ask for a way out you are

by Lyrics Born on album Bad Dreams (Australian Tour Ltd. Ed.)

His name is (Lyrics Born) and he is, as they say, wild and crazy As a composer, arranger, and producer He's exploring it all From the furthest reaches of musical outer space To the most down to earth

by Blackalicious feat. Saul Williams & Lyrics Born on album Blazing Arrow

Prevalent melanin elephant bailin And carrying sedatives that'll give average lettermen callouses Wrecking with savageness, catalyst battling rappers'll stagger right after the dagger is left in it Ch

by Lyrics Born on album Now Look What You’ve Done, Lyrics Born! Greatest Hits

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by The Wooden Brain on album Old Bones

by Bobo In White Wooden Houses on album Bobo In White Wooden Houses

Bobo In White Wooden Houses Bobo In White Wooden Houses Hole In Heaven (3:16) There's a hole in heaven I come falling down I seek you in a green-white grand meadowland But if you don't wanna embrac

by Bobo In White Wooden Houses on album Bobo In White Wooden Houses

Bobo In White Wooden Houses Bobo In White Wooden Houses What I Mean (3:33) Language is a fussy case Some time we quit Words got a fixed meaning For some people We are right in their midst Betwe

by Butt Trumpet on album Primitive Enema

Butt Trumpet Primitive Enema Primitive Enema La la, primitive enema La la, primitive enema I've been sitting on the pot all fucking day I've read all my magazines-twice! I gotta get on with my f