Slayer - Screaming from the Sky Lyrics
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Screaming from the Sky
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What Are The Lyrics For Screaming from the Sky By Slayer?
I stalk close in from above
Silent wings will test your faith Death will never hear me pass Launch attack you're too late I hear flak inside my head Deafening thunder cities burn Carpet-bombing laid to waste Throwned inside a death mask Holy cross embedded in your tomb Casualties are buried through your mind Certain death is screaming from the sky I live to destroy below Hunted victims are unseen Flying wrath a fortress hell War machine to kill all I leave carnage in my wake Choking bleeding for your life Faceless prey has been erased Silence reigns you're dead now Holy cross embedded in your tomb Casualties are buried through your mind Certain death is screaming from the sky Listen to the rhythm of a dead man walking Silent is the heartbeat of the predator stalking Hear the sound of air feel the warmth touch your neck Reality is not fair no time to second guess Hear the distant ringing of the blade as it cuts through your neck Silent is the cry lying on your mattress of blood An easy mark for a veteran of execution I walk step by step with death Where all bludgeoned bodies lie You will see my face of rage Cut your heart out of your chest Leave impaled the consummation of mankind |
Who Wrote Screaming from the Sky By Slayer?
Jeffery John Hanneman, Kerry King, Tomas Enrique Araya
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What's The Duration Of The Screaming from the Sky By Slayer?The duration of Screaming from the Sky is 3:12 minutes and seconds. |
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