You won't see us come In the night With these knives, And these bloodstains on our hands Paint the walls. Taste the blade On the night of long knives.
Midnight we kill.
In summer '69 there came a prophet, His words were used to profit off the minds of the weak. He spoke of holes deep within the desert, His followers would convert in the belly of the beast. Don't look into his eyes Burning with malice past the point of no return. They're piling bodies one by one, Fulfilling all their dreams to come. The prophecy of war that Charles Manson had begun
In the hills Of Hollywood tonight.
City of the Angels, Sanity deprived. The family fatal, They bring the night of long knives. Deserts and the devil, Rapist of the mind. The family fatal,
Pitch black,
You won't see us come In the night With these knives, And these bloodstains on our hands Paint the walls. Taste the blade On the night of long knives.
Midnight we kill.
The hills were echoing with their laughter And happy ever after was a faded memory. Rosemary and the baby of Polanski, 6 people dead and bloodying the Hills of Beverly. They're screaming for their lives, Begging and pleading for the lives of babies unborn The knives had only just stuck in, The horror of the splitting skin, Ropes are tied around their necks To breathe their dying breaths
In the hills Of Hollywood tonight.
City of the Angels, Sanity deprived. The family fatal, They bring the night of long knives. Deserts and the devil, Rapist of the mind. The family fatal, They bring the night of long knives.
We have been so wrong, We will fall. No tomorrow.
We'll fall away tonight.
Don't look into his eyes Burning with malice past the point of no return. They're piling bodies one by one, Fulfilling all their dreams to come. The prophecy of war that Charles Manson had begun
In the hills Of Hollywood tonight.
City of the Angels, Sanity deprived. The family fatal, They bring the night of long knives. Deserts and the devil, Rapist of the mind. The family fatal, They bring the night of long...
You won't see us come In the night With these knives, And these bloodstains on our hands Paint the walls. Taste the blade On the night of long knives.
You won't see us come In the night With these knives, And these bloodstains on our hands Paint the walls. Taste the blade, Because you won't see us come In the night With these knives, And these bloodstains on our hands On the night of long knives.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
