Pra ela descer, descer Hoje ela perde a linha, hoje ela Hoje ela, hoje ela perde a linha, hoje ela Se tem Chandon, pode descer Se tem tequila, pode descer É mais uma do GG Enche o copo e deixa a birita bater Pra ela descer

Down they come, the swarm of locusts Skies above converge to choke us Feast of souls consume the harvest Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds Louder the tattered wings they sound Young and old, suffer unto the locust Descending down Sweet caress grazes

Rather be with you You-oo, you-oo I'd rather be with you What you rather be tonight? Would you rather Good, bad, dark, light Doesn't matter what we do, 'cause I'd rather be with you Doesn't matter who is who, 'cause I'd rather be with you Eat a bad apple

Pull me out of body don't want it don't want in Feeble frail and rotting descending I'm lost in Maker take the body don't want it wants me A structure that's collapsing don't want it cast into I just want to run fly kites wrestle jump and play Swim

Walk the Plank! With your life, you'll pay the price Boots of lead, your blood runs red Time to die, your end is nigh Descend into the black and don't come back The time for execution, a harrowing display For treachery upon the seas has taken place this

Desce, dé-desce dé-desce Com a garrafa de whisky a santinha (desce) Com a garrafa de tequila a santinha (desce) Se acabou a bebida a santinha (para) A santinha perdeu o juízo Tomou uma e já ficou louca Quando bebe ela é um perigo Abastece o combo que ela

Soon you will see left with nothing You better aim for my head Into the earth we descend Do not be afraid It's only the break Of all that you laid Watch as they take There is no life at the end of this war At the end of this war eternally

Don't descend Alright now He's just a loner He never says hello A friend to no one He's got no place to go He don't look happy He look through furtive eyes He ain't got nothing

I'm rotten to the core, core Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the baddest of them all? Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world Rotten to the core Who could ask for more? I'm nothing like the kid next, like the kid next door I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten

Pour un noir meilleur, j'dois faire du sale Ah oui oui oui (oui, oui) J'ai toujours fait ce que j'ai dit, j'ai tellement pêché, faut qu'je prie Elle m'a aimé pour c'que j'étais, elle m'a quitté pour c'que je suis Mon âme descend du paradis donc le diable