I could I see your love's been lost to the night Since you're living in the shadows To make it right Endlessly, lost in the night 'Cos why should you
Death is for a son to stay free. I'm thugged out. Fuck the world cuz this is how they made me. Scarred but still breathin. Believe in me and you could see the victory
of war, revenge and fortune is ours Unchained slaves and their holy priests have lost their powers The demons quam their fortress when their lord celebrates his victory
A place afar in distant dreams Mystic winds blow Men mount birds of prey to war And raid each others shore Wizards and Warlocks battle by night One survives
King of Vyrgothia, both eager to smite their traditional ancestral foes and to win great glory and the adulation of their people by seizing victory in
cookfires illuminated the dark plain before the fortress like a coruscating sea, painting the stygian heavens the colour of flame. And the high summer's night
BLAZON OF THE HYPERBOREAN EMPIRE: Part: III) [ALTARUS:] And so, it ends. You have learned much, young Xerxes. Your training is nigh on complete. The
reins, that I hold, they are mine. This stallion and sword in exchange for my heart and both of my eyes. The ravens of swift wings my sight Surely now victory
fresh styles I like So throw up your hands and drop your mic Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost Six is
cold lonely nights It might not sound like much But it'll mean a lot you'll see Every hour you survive will come to be A little victory Little victory
time and I spent the night icin' down my pride everyone in the whole eighth grade said I lost that fight that day it was only him and me who knew about my victory
and spat it through their eyes Abduction means the end for me a million years of misery chorus so have your way with me this soldier's lost victory rip
missin' Spend the whole night out binge drinkin' I rip shit consistent, spit persistent The sickness, spit with conviction, promote lyrical fitness I'm lost
will help me to fight The glory of victory is in my sight Now hurry my horse, I must be there before the night I cannot fail After hours of riding, I'm lost
crazy Mirror mirror on the wall, you are - crazy I wonder if it's still called memory loss if you can't remember the last time you lost, ha ha [Chamillionaire
and sinners, and knights of ready hand, Who will be the Lord's Crusader, send word through all the land, Jerusalem is lost, Jerusalem is lost, Jerusalem is lost
low from the po-po even though I'm Christian, LA's twisted make the whole good nuz and now my 12 straight commission (?) I'm fishin for the lost men,
mercy? Slowly but sure, I'm hoping what comes in the absense of love. At night, she'll kick and she'll fight, should they fill in his sight? At night,