Death Unto My Enemy

Sundays for the black I skin everybody else of their hides
I can hear the whispering as I burn the holy scribes
Restless in your coffin as you beat down on the walls
There's no stage
Opium rage
Just give it to me
And get it on

Get it on
Death unto my enemies
Get it on

This ones too heavy I couldn't give myself away
Intensive, never sold and now I can't be saved
I don't know just what it is but the power drains the soul
Get a scope and get it gone
Come on yeah

Sober as a nun on Easter, skeletal and thin
Yeah some mighty Satan goals and I got to get believed

Get it on
Get it on
Death unto my enemies
Get it on
Death unto my enemies

Come on yeah
Beat down on the freak yeah
Come on yeah
Here upon the freak yeah

Get it on

Death unto my enemies



Credits
Writer(s): Geroni Saint-hilaire
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