the fire, We're lost in the falme. Dancing in the fire, Well nothing stays the same! INTO THE FIRE! INTO THE FIRE! INTO THE FIRE! INTO THE FIRE! INTO
in the fire, we're lost in the flame Dancing in the fire, well nothing stays the same Into the fire Into the fire Into the fire Into the fire
Traduzione: Veleno. Into The Fire.
fire Through flowing stream and ancient mountain Thou alone dost see me By lightning, thunder, hail and wind I conjure thee By sword of fire that can
My voice is fire and the wind is my herald Watch the world burn as I start to howl There's a sense of loss in its ashes' warmth but also freedom from
you Somebody better turn your head around I'm scratching like a wild cat I'm spitting fire on the ground You got my venom running thru ya Ain't gonna
Odin's son Away from the snake who misdeeds not fear Dying from it venom When all are gone Only Surtur remained Passing his hand of fire across the whole
fire Scorching is the fire Underlined with a crest of gold, magnificent is the site Three rows of massive teeth fall nothing short of razor sharp Razor sharp Venom
) [Intro: Block McCloud] Brooklyn Ac', muthafucker You better off dead bitch, check this out, yo [Block McCloud] Well if you walk into my thoughts,
we came to do (Smiff-N-Wess-N-Lex set up shop) [Steele] Attack mode, time to strike like a cobra Poisonous venom into your system killin you slower Than
Loki hiding In a river When he jumped to escape Thor caught him into his fist The gods took him to a deep cavern With his sons One day changed into a
Penny I'm simply murderous, nigga don't tempt me Fuckin' spittin' venom 'til my glass empty [Verse 4] Hey yo I shine like ultraviolet sunrays Settin' fire
star impounded Cuz they don't sound right, take em to the junk yard Chump parts, stinking up the game like a skunk fart [Chorus: N-Tyce] We on fire (fire
tore from the fist of Christ Propaganda brainwashes us to make us think their system's right I stick my finger in the dyke, plug the leak While she sucked her teeth, look into
fucking sick Of looking at 'em You swore you've never hit 'em Never do nothing to hurt 'em Now you're in each other's face Spewing venom And these words
s why my bars are full of broken bottles And my night stands are full of open Bibles I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expecting
and a beak just to stay on my feet. I spill blood from my mouth into yours and survive; you chased me off of the ground. I drew you into the clouds
