is to be a born, know I mean? Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection It's a blessing
on ------------------------------------------------------------------- Come on Over Get a life--get a grip Get away somewhere, take a trip Take a
it Be is to be a born, knawmean? Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection It's a blessing
ll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a
man! [THE KING:] By all the gods of Hyperborea... a legacy shall be wrought by our blades... our legend shall live forever! Hear me, Angsaar! My humanity
snow is rendered crimson by bloodshed in a searing storm of slaughter. (Wounded, dying, my flesh rent by weapons no human ever forged or wielded, I am beckoned forward by a
be tolerated by the people in the street. In a sane society wealth and possession would not be an asset. * A few years ago a politician was on the radio
I'll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a
shook nigga, I wrote the book, nigga Held down my crown for a decade and a half Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath Talk about bein broke
of his birth In reconciliation, he ponders a solution in the dirt In blood, in fire, a blessing of the few, immortalize In black, desire, a calling to
thought. We used to have a bond. Lost in a mountain area. Hear her calling, but no response. Even machines come looking for me . This is a morgue