The winds of grace inside of me have turned their directions to set me free Hidden powers are now reborn I am immortal, will present you my storm! Go
Traduzione: Dark Age. Storm.
Come and sense better tell you to grind and hustle Hit the streets like a mad, use your mind and muscle We be all about the cream, living space age phantasies
when rappers like Biggie and Pac were gone But prior Christ came and got me on Taught me not to trust in the biological clock we're on We're in the age
now darkness falls Who will be our king? Who will bear the crown of oak and bone? Who will lead our folk? Lead us home? An age is coming to an end And
geography On a dying dark horse Placing I am a plagiarist Feeble picking up a pen Between a sonic precedent Any age I represent Old enough to own the store
storm of unforgiving stone, or burned to blackened husks by the nightmare onslaught of flaming quicklime and saltpetre. Scaling ladders raised and repulsed in turn, storms
evil priests Spins the wheel of time, towards the Enlightenment The bright age of discoveries and wars Conquerors of Egypt, Napoleonic troops Plundering the land taken by storm
The will of the one Through the dark age And into the storm And we are following The will of the one Through the dark age And into the storm Lord I'm
cellar tonight. Reading the rune of medieval. The inner voice stops never asking why. I came from nowhere. The bringer of a new age's gone. Don't fear
half of your age So the remains, and it ain't even how That Verizon flow, are you hearin' me now? Word to Wasalu, they was sayin' my future was dark I
through this after you wake then begin again when you fall asleep There's still light where you are and you my dear were not made to waste away I saw the storm reach from the sky to the ground As dark
[NO WORD!] No word! Let pass your tiny lips Lassitude to cage has bedimmed An eve of feculent dark coven Bow over coffin you lament Your bitter tears
Summon the golden twilight Gather the dark legions Once we were born immortal In the halls of hatred we belong The dark age has risen Thus we are eternal
to devastation remains. Who will escape the blade and begin a new age of revolution? When the sky freezes over and begins to storm with blood would you
