strength is in numbers Your weakness is yourself To speak your opinion Only amongst your crowd Your gutless, never trusted So gutless, your minds corrupted Your thoughtless, guided by
deads residence buried in collapsed machines far beyond catastrophic a festivity of demise rise of the prophets spirits sounding battlecries a blood drawn map will guide
Guide me... hrafn blots godi... guide me... hratn ass... Odhinn Odhinn... Odhinn, hear me... hrafnass, hear me... lend me, Sleipner so I cantride between
decrepit valley Like water, I flow the path of least resistance [Chorus] Your vile weakness, your fate has been sealed Defaulting to evil by elimination You've fallen from grace Sitting by
tide To sail into our fate Oden! Guide our ships Our axes, spears and swords Guide us through storms that whip And in brutal war Our ships await us by
to be squeezed by your hands And targets long for the spikes of your lances But you need to learn, learn the art of war and faithful Ratsha will guide
the ground where innocence once felt the sky In a shadow of a heart gone cold he pauses and waits for a sign while sadness and fate pass him by Through
Mired craft is now in sight With hunted ones The treasure that it yields Will be ours by the first streaks of dawn The Flag in which we fly It shows
my dreams decide my fate, For all things come to those who wait, Who wait in wings, Who wait in faith, Who let their dreams decide their fate, Never fearing
And so it's come to this. Two Gates - two portals await. Let your choice be guided by collective wisdom. Ah, hath the prospect of freedom ever tasted
the fray, either crushed beneath the ceaselessly assailed testudo, hammered to crimson pulp by the merciless storm of unforgiving stone, or burned to blackened husks by
of Blood. Thus was the spell of confinement woven countless aeons ago by Angsaar's immortal nemesis broken, and on that fateful day the dread Chaos-Liege
left eye missing. His beard as if gold. The signs] [on his cloak and hood familiar. The one eyed old man matches the] [description of the soothsayer, as told by the elders of his village by
hold in my hand my fate Free as the wind as if even I had wings that carried me Still in the middle of the night Even I will need light to guide me So
my fate Free as the wind as if even I had wings that carried me Still in the middle of the night Even I will need light to guide me So I turn my face
Another restless night And I never knew He had been my guide Standing by my side Still refused to believe Denied all the answers Right in front of my
Edutainer You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label [KRS-One] Biddi-by-by, by, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski
busta if it ain't ment to be Wit a little oohwee, wit a little oohwee I'm tired of tryin' to help these thugs Lord. Just guide 'em home, guide 'em home
