He walks on the clouds, He is as close as a brother is, He?s never been knocked down, unlike any other. Pride in his face, his mind is sound, he?s found
He walks on the clouds, He is as close as a brother is, He's never been knocked down, unlike any other. Pride in his face, his mind is sound, he's found
Traduzione: Parlato. Orgoglio in faccia.
strings it don't do me a damn that you got a pretty face baby it don't seem to you a damned thing you got soothsayer nay-saying red herrings never spoke
and inside lost caves by the Dead Sea.] I remember the blood on his hands So ashamed regretting his faults So defenseless he came from the darkness We spoke
in the hot afternoon sunlight. He began to circle me slowly, his eyes hidden beneath his great helmet. To his left, I saw the second gladiator begin
black armour, their sable banner billowing in the chill breeze which skittered over the plain. And finally, astride his azure-shaffroned warhorse and surrounded by his
to save one's soul from Hell One should be baptised and say vows A man of pride with the Hammer told new God To build his house on own And spoke loud
Hell One should be baptised and say vows A man of pride with the Hammer told new God To build his house on own And spoke loud of the Gods of their fathers
corner place, dweller place Never gon' eat that, eat that Satan the original serpent on his last track Flat broke, dead on his back, crawlin on his belly Lookin for his
is the sense of pride at the end of the day To the face of a thriving corporation what could a dying family Possibly say On the face of every American
into Just isn't strong The cuts on his hands, made way to his face These spoke all the louder, my silent regret I show that side, the pride of life
pride To give the kids a place in life and now the dream has died And how to show his love for her, now she repels his touch His remaining sense of manhood
like I can't feel But I could, and it felt so good when I would Never thought I'd fall in love with a chicken from the hood She spoke like the sage,
10:30 to 10 feet away 5 fingers surround the object of entrapment I don't need to see his eyes I feel his jack then his shirt then his skin then his
even hate the boy who killed you I'm gonna let God handle that Cause who am I..... to judge a man for his sin and his faith the only thing I can do for
up so neat and so pretty [?] The rumbler jumped far from his feet [?] And he died with his face to the city He came to, but that was all pride For soon
