 | Frolic Through The Park (1 Titles) |
 | The Art Of Dying (11 Titles) |
 | Act III (2 Titles) |
 | The Ultra Violence (4 Titles) |
Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By Death Angel, grip the bars that hold my mind
and pace the cell
By Death Angel, turning knot rotting in my gut
got me feeling so corrupt
like
By Death Angel, you live in your private hell
don't know if you're sick
By Death Angel, all's quite now on the western front
but you never know
By Death Angel, raise your hands to the sky
on your knees and abide
don't
By Death Angel, enter the tomb of the old
mystery in ancient gold
all that
By Death Angel, dream awake eyes open wide
drain the poison kill the lie
life
By Death Angel, master of disguise move unseen
shadow on the night silent hunter
appetite
By Death Angel, smell you eye you
how rapid the chase it is on
swat
By Death Angel, led to the slaughter by those who were there to
By Death Angel, words are spoken from the book of the dead
written in