Libera eos Domine Silent, silently Waiting, to gorge on solitude When will my sorrow begin to pale? And to my head I raise these flowers Yellowed, withered Silent, silently
B.G. coming Chorus: repeat 2X I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thuging I'm violent B.G. make my money rap hustling [Verse 2] Me and Baby virgin
the moon o'er Ultima Thule. Swathed in moon-frosts, in icy winds our blazon flying, Iron gleaming 'neath the stars, black skies ablaze with astral fire, White wolves (like silent
to teach That "Divinity and Lust Are forever forbidden to meet" But I swore that they would Before the veil could part our embrace Twixt Her cold, silent
[lyrics: Stanne] There is a silent man in a tower Mute in a blinded world Yet words dance on virgin lips Freezing the winds of blood Clad in layers
disciples strap arms All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm Silent and calm, and blackout
what is past Moving silent water feel the first that comes Slow and winding, flowing free Peaceful music in its sound of distant drums Trust the shallow virgin
is past Moving silent water fell the first that comes. Slow and winding, flowing free Peaceful music in its sound of distant drums. Trust the shallow virgin
(Joan Baez) Once again the workers rise with the lark There's a mass going on in the people's park Silent and determined they set to embark On a three
Silent sonnet of soul's sea Satan, it feels good On my leg chasing rat In a diabolic scream The Black Ruler I dare to ask For naive, ready virgin Her
unchaste. *This netherworld of carnality is my existance, I don't walk alone, for this is my home, And my subsistence.* I silently drift through
about Suckas be talkin' that shit I'm puttin' these funky niggas on da house (Chruncy Black) Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt Yo Crunchy Black
He's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt And some creased and wrinkled dreams His face a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin
chicks and dream of a paradise without wings or sorrow, Christ's tears fall over Jerusalem. The curtains are groggy with damp, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black
