Good Friday Song Malayalam

Come lay here beside me and I'll fear no death Come lay here beside me And I'll fear no death. I'll give you my body And I'll breathe your breath. No-one will harm you Inside this song. We will be safe here As the light is long That makes way for Good Friday. Get out of your body, For there goes your blood. It falls on my secrets And colours the flood. The time of our fathers Is not ours to kill, Their sad-cellared wines Are not ours to spill And won't be passed over Good Friday. Though this life Is Ash Wednesday, It's Ash Wednesday, It forever approaches Good Friday.

Hey, I don't feel so good. Something's not right, Something's coming over me What the fuck is this? Killer, intruder, homicidal man. If you see me coming, run as fast as you can. A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street. I hack up my victims like pieces of meat. Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend, Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds. My hammer's a cold piece of blood-lethal steel. I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal. Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads, Deviant defilers, you're next to be dead. I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent. Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head. Yeah! Their bodies convulse, in agony, and, pain. I mangle their faces, till no features remain. A blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds. First take out the organs, then cut off the head. The remains of flesh now sop under my feet. One more bloody massacre, the murders' complete. I seek to dismember, a sadist fiend. And, blood baths are my way of getting clean. I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill. I have no remorse for the blood that I spill A merciless butcher who lives underground. I'm out to destroy you and, I will, cut you down. I see you, and, I'm waiting, for Black Friday. Killer, intruder, homicidal man. If you see me coming, run as fast as you can. A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street. I hack up my victims like pieces of meat. I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill. I have no remorse for the blood that I spill A merciless butcher who lives underground. I'm out to destroy you and, I will, cut you down. It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall.

Sat at my window watched the world Wake up this morning Purple sky slowly turning golden, Distant elms so orange You'd swear they're burning All this flowing water Has got my mind wandering. Do you ever finally reach A point of knowing Or do you just wake up one day And say, I am going? What will I tell you When you ask me why I'm crying Will I point above At the Red Tail gracefully soaring Or down below where it's prey Is quietly trembling? Two thousand years ago Jesus is left there hanging. Purple sky slowly turning golden. Cowards at his feet loudly laughing. Loved ones stumbling homeward Their words reeling. Red Tail above my head quietly soaring. Waters turn from ice, creak is roaring. He says, enough of all this shit I am going.

Baby (of Big Tymers): (Fa sho...) Mack 10: Hoo-Bangin' and Cash Money... Hustlin' err'y Friday... Baby (of Big Tymers): Fa sho... Got a packgage on Wednesday, Thursday, I broke it up, Now Friday done came, today we cookin' up. Ain't gettin' loaded, nigga, no time for fuckin' up. I'm breakin' niggas off with bricks and hustler's. The hood done changed cause nigga's comin' up. You short me, I'ma have to blow ya' hood up. The feds on my ass but I need my change. So I could ride Hummer, Jags, and Bentleys, man. Mannie (of Big Tymers): It's that day, phat day, kidnappin' and gunplay. I need my riches from you bitches and I can't stay. Nah that's the flavor that I savor, neighbor, 20 inch things, Rag on my head, white t-shirt and Dickie jeans. Mack like "roni", the one and only. Nigga, Puff like Daddy, and I'm pretty like Tony. Friday, lie day, tell the lil' nigga I'll pay 'em. And when he come up with the product, ya'll niggas spray 'em. (Now why theeyyyy... Had to do me on Fridaayyyy...) It's Friday, nigga on the block straight shinin' Runnin' them things down, tryn'a get it, I'm grindin' Sellin' two-for-one's forever, nigga, I got it. Them checks came out so the set's straight poppin. Lil' Wayne: (Listen, listen, listen, la...) Wheezy-Wee movin' twenty ki's a week. On a good friday it's like Easy Street. Breakin' down whole chickens to quarters & halves. You can get it harder than slabs or softer than sand. If you come around my boss nigga, ask for the short nigga. Not on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I be duckin' the law, nigga. Know I got that raw, nigga, bags to bricks. Whole things scorin' for ten and ounces for six. Look, it's Iceberg, nigga. Expect the worst. Friday done fell on the first, and I got that work. And if I front a whole thing, I'ma ask for eleven. And if I front a half-a thing, I'm taxin' ya' seven. Cause I gotta ride dubs, nigga, when-and-where-ever. Cause tomorrows said, a nigga gotta floss the Kompressor. I got a extra twenty g's in my pockets to spend. And on the next friday, I'ma do it again. Wha? (Wha?) Mack 10: Man, Thursday was a hard night. And now it's good Friday. I got the double-up special on the hard white. I ride twenty inches, flossin, stay shinin' I'm the boss, I get chickens at cost and stay grindin' Yo hand me the crew and the bacon and so I'm bout to start woopin' I'll remake 2 out of 1 so I'm distributin' and recoopin' My game gettin' strong, was my pocket gettin' long, I bust the whole chick down and sell it all in zones, Try to beat me or cheat me, get your shirt stained up, And one, four, quatto, hollow to the doom'll freeze ya brain up, All hustlers hit the stoves, turn the flame up. Let the water bubble and rock the 'Caine up. So Baby, you Wayne and Fresh, y'all get the machetes, But me and B.G. cookin' and y'all can chop it when it's ready, And when you come to my hood and you lookin' for them thangs, Mack 10 is the name, on the Caddy do'... Now what? Mannie Fresh (of Big Tymers): Now why theeeyyy... Had to do me on Fridaaayyy... Now why theeeyyy... Had to pursue me on Fridaaayyy... Now why theeeyyy... Had to do me on Fridaaayyy... Now why theeeyyy... Had to pursue me on Fridaaayyy... (Lil' One, cause it's...) Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot.