the day, A god to serf and king alike, the Adamantine Hammer strikes! (Devouring the infidel outlanders; Draconis Nematoda, great winged worm of war!) [The Dragon King
Spears agleam in the dying sun, The blood is spilled, the battle's won, From the icy throne of God-King shall rule, When nine stars kiss the moon o'er
General Vane, we begin the final siege of this campaign with the rising of the sun. The war which has raged for decades, shall finally be decided here
:] Glory eternal! For our King and sacred Hyperborea! [THE KING:] Noble warriors of Hyperborea... I salute your steadfast courage. This will be my final
you should go across the water Take me with you to be your partner At fair and market you'll be well looked after And you shall sleep with the Greek King
of bits of broken heart The disappointed Are growing every second They blot the sun to black At the bottom of the pack I'm the king of broken hearts
Intro: Woh nah, na, na, nah, na, nigh Woh deh, deh, woh Greetings, is like the first good mankind On hurt hurt ever pray to is the sun, woh, deh,
Today it's a stage maybe later it's a cosmic course The general I be rocking on the horse On the strength of course don't let it be in vain Cause it'
Demonic black pulse of negativity As an electric shock, back from forbidden arts My eyes fall in my soul Can't breath, can't fell, can't live, can't be
lie kiss my skin, be my hero for this night be my king, we are one and turn to light when the evil sea starts to gorge the sun swallow your last call
liar. Spine of titanium, An invisible alien hawk stalks the lost jungles of Asia. Killing soldiers, thrilling heat holders. The eldest dragon, you'd be
his love will be repaid. They shaved her head. She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo. A messenger arrived with a black nightingale. I seen her on the
threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike. His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand What it's like to be
Sodom where the minds are rotten And worse in Gomorrah where shorties are concubines See the women dress Philistine style Lookin high-minded and butt-naked hopin the black king
't look too hard in the sun cause you might get done My number's seven, that's SIX PLUS ONE Now any way you count Lord Jamar will amount to be a tower