(monstrum in fronte, monstrum in animo process, process, slum full of fun!) Beausoleil, soleil soleil soleil soleil Beausoleil, reaping Nirvana in a desert land Beausoleil, Thine anger rising like a scorpion Beausoleil, dune buggy baby on a fairground slide Beausoleil, the taste of honey and the swirl of lies Beausoleil, jackbooting wide-eyed in the widest pit Beausoleil, looking at smiles and seeing only grins Beausoleil, did dead Gods smell the dog's blood rose Beausoleil, now all Thine summers turn to menstrual winters Beausoleil, kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killy kill Beausoleil, did dog's blood rise when the dead Gods died Beausoleil, beautiful sunshine whose shadows hides Beausoleil, white brothers planting burning crosses Beausoleil, the sharpest flavour is the one that stains Beausoleil, when dog's blood rises does it also dance Beausoleil, grey benediction of the Final Church Beausoleil, it's just your habit of culling time Beausoleil, a Death in June under a menstrual moon Beausoleil, Scorpio rising but the Light Bearer falls Beausoleil, the squeky laughter of a giddy world Beausoleil, still waving black flags from a stubble field Beausoleil, a maltese cross is pierced by the Blood of Christ Beausoleil, hiding from cancer crabs and cracking jokes Beausoleil, arson archbishop makes the deserts burn Beausoleil, the dead are grateful -- all you need is love Beausoleil, fat Buddhas smiling with the widest grin Beausoleil, candy floss surgeon with the golden hair Beausoleil, a brand new Process for a brand new age Beausoleil, a black Messiah wearing buckskin boots Beausoleil, assassin creepy-crawls through Hebron's Vale Beausoleil, there's no business like the devil's business Beausoleil, another martyr for the Noddy Apocalypse Beausoleil, que sera, sera Beausoleil, we want to sink into the deepest basin Beausoleil, fils de perdition, Luciferens Beausoleil, seven and seven is the hidden key Beausoleil, a train to Clarkesville in the menstrual night Beausoleil, Dsineyland darknes with your Armageddon smile Beausoleil, sangs rGyas chos dang tsogs kyi mChog rNams la Beausoleil, you hide your candle on Golgotha's hill
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