Testi:
The Gathering Beautiful War

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Traduzione: The Gathering. Guerra bella.

means, in Ilocano it translates into suffering I'm pondering the irony, building on our so called civilized society The storyteller stops, waiting for the beat to drop Gathering

fake contrived ignorant and pretentious Either way I got something to say and insides the parenthesis it reads relentless Life isn't a Thomas Kincade painting cause no beautiful

tone is what you spit Switchin the pattern, bust out that quick midwest chatter Some people hate but it ain't matterin, but the people gather, it's flatterin

worlds His subjects gathered 'round him Like the leaves around a tree In their clothes of many colors For the angry Gods to see The women all were beautiful

beautiful, and I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing And the taste of war I know

Don?t you know what time it is? It?s the new time All disciples gathering by the boats Your revolution is chasing its tail You love to take the wind out

ZAVORASH! Wastelands Of Cold, The Deathlike Beauty Memories Stained By The Tainted Blood An Urge To There On The Hillside Gather A Warmass On Our Ancestral