You wont see us come You wont see us come You wont see us come You wont see us come
You wont 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 of 69, there came a prophet His words were used to propel the minds of the weak He sprawled them balls deep within the desert His followers into the belly of the beast Don't look into his eyes
Buried with knowledge past the point of no return The pride of the work he'd done The family all the dreams they could The prophecy of charles manson and what had been done In the hills Of hollywood tonight
Sing of the angels Sanity deprived The family fatal They bring the night of long knives Deserts and the devil Rapist of mind The family fatal Pitch black
You wont 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 Happily ever after was a faded memory Rosemary and the baby of polanski Six people dead and bloody In the hill's of family Now screaming for their lives
Praying and pleading for lives of babies unborn The spawn of hell they just begin The horror of the splitting skin Noose tied around their necks To beat their dying breaths In the hills Of hollywood tonight
Sing of the angels Sanity deprived The family fatal They bring the night of long knives Deserts and the devil Rapist of mind The family fatal They bring the night of long knives
We have been so wrong We will fall No tomorrow We have been so wrong We will fall No tomorrow We'll fall away tonight
Don't look into his eyes Buried with knowledge past the point of no return The pride of the work he'd done The family all the dreams they could The prophecy of charles manson and what had been done In the hills
Of hollywood tonight Sing of the angels Sanity deprived The family fatal They bring the night of long knives Deserts and the devil Rapist of mind The family fatal They bring the night of long knives
Sing of the angels Sanity deprived The family fatal They bring the night of long knives Deserts and the devil Rapist of mind The family fatal They bring the night of long knives You wont 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 wont see us come In the night With these knives And these bloodstains on our hands Paint the walls Taste the blade You wont see us come In the night With these knives And these bloodstains on our hands On the night of long knives
Compositor: Robert Conrad Flynn (Robb Flynn) ECAD: Obra #21522518