black engines a-skulkin' Has gone east While you're left to explain them to me Released from their hairless and blind cavalry With your hands in your
roll. All in a dream, all as a dream, the colours too bright, the music too deafening - the black-out world has just begun to show. These cracked-out words
of the north; an eon-veiled kingdom forever steeped in ancient legendry and the renown of its martial splendour... but of late, an ill wind whispers malignly
with a veiled intent... (though three of them died at my hands in the attempt!) Nero was growing bored with the gladiators, slaves and lion-fodder at
dared venture in his sacred lands. Scouts soon return with the information that the enemy is camped at the base of the valley, preparing to march with
marched hand in hand with the military Casting its blessings upon the writhing bodies of the battlefield. Each stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash
with his chest all exposed Bustin bout bitches he be hittin and his stupid ass clothes Bitch smile on his face like there were hands in the air wavin' But I was anticipatin with
nights, galactic days I see the works of gifted hands That grace this strange and wondrous land I see the hand of man arise With hungry mind and open
Dear Dad, the class began, hands were held and arms were open/ Moments stolen from the globe and life?s blood was always spoken/ One was chosen for another
ragamuffin, roots and culture It gets deep, I scuba dive beneath the street Then rise through concrete with new and improved beats And kick emcees in they teeth with
and wondrous land I see the hand of man arise With hungry mind and open eyes They left the planet long ago The elder race still learn and grow
these clues Dogs still run roughly around Little tufts of finch-down) The cities we passed were a flickering wasteland But his hand in my hand made them
hands That grace this strange and wondrous land I see the hand of man arise With hungry mind and open eyes They left the planet long ago The elder