Gorelord

Album cover art for "Gorelord" by PJ Harding

PJ Harding - Rock

Gorelord

0 Plays

Duration: 3:53

View ArtistView Album

Lyrics

That Death's a cold son of a bitch who owes me money Just goes to show you can't trust dealers these days There's a place in the desert where our world connects with theirs Reunited in the badland's grave Stoned forever at the funeral rave I have seen it. Two worlds I have arrived at the Gorelord's door Once and for all to settle the score I'm released That Dеath's a cold son of a bitch who owes me money Just goеs to show you can't trust demons these days If it's a condition and not a curse Then who cut the breaklines on my hearse Is it chemical this sadness Or is it spiritual this madness Or is witchcraft

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Credits Not Found