Testi:
Los Kung

Tu non studi piu! facendo cosa tu stai?! Perche ti agiti cosi? Se non sai cosa vuoi tu... parlato: "Professore!" Che cos'e una finta questa lotta che

(feat. Chief Kamachi, Vinnie Paz, Esoteric, Celph Titled) [Intro: Chief Kamachi] Yeah, uh The dark arts AOTP, yeah Feel like the nineties right here

Well hail Caesar / Horses in the Senate / Where did the eagles fly / Back in the German woods ? Lost by the walking wounded / Fleeing the devils of

Stamp down the fools that god adore Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries Let them die in their - their misery Curse them * Jesus! Allah! Mohamed

I can feel I'm one With the tortured land With its solitude and decay There's no one left All the other men Pass on through the night All dead and gone

Born on the battlefield, Heat of the melee during a Vanir raid Before he had lived to see fifteen snows his name by Council fires was praised Intent

Onward goes our black winged seer Shadows pound on the walls of souls Fists bleed from holy wounds Lost in reason, plunder our fears We plunder our

Your tears, they fall on me now And your fear is bottled by all the ammunition here So shoot once if you think you need to strop me I think I struck

From the mountain top He looks upon the crowds Mindful among the mindless Unbound King of those who know I'm sheltering the fears The loneliness exposed