Speaker, I can understand. Words flow from your mind. Brothers and sisters from far away. Welcome to our land. . So don't worry about the ones. Who were trying to hurt you.
Sleep now my true love. You would not be woken now. We're so far away from home. I will never leave you. On the edge of the night. . We live our lives.
What I have always dreamed. Has now been given me. An outright bribe for silence. But yet I can't decline. . I can't deny my passion. It burns within my soul.
Disaster on disaster approaches. In such a degree, it has become. Just another story. World society has turned his back against those in need. Because his eyes are watching the stocks.
The risk of failure's what makes life worth living. a chance is given for more. Doors can shut to make new beginnings. another chance to explore. Explore!.
As we embark, on Boom Skwad blunt rolling technique, 314. For those of you needing a reference. Please turn your textbooks to page four. As you will notice the diagram above you.
All of the pages have been turned. And all of the stories have been told. I know you've been waiting, waiting so long. Down through the ages...words like gold...words like gold.
I crossed the jungle to the Nasca lines. And found myself on ancient runways. . Sacrifice...abandoned by the Gods. Human life...Who will remain?. Who will remain?.
At the end of the day. the warrior takes place. beside the bonfire. taling us his tales.. . "His tales of fates, tales of hope". when all hope is gone.
Seven whispers silent on scathing winds. The seven whistlers tune. Seven cries, blinded eyes bade the choke on the night. Beneath the stare of a cold and blood dimmed moon.
Darkness falls upon your grace,. Seek the knowledge you must face,. The reaper aims, and starts the chase, sheer mind control, without a trace. Blessings sown into the threads leave you torn and ripped to shreds.
Vision of a stranger before me. Forced to face this sad reality. . The path seems definitively hopeless. Ever giving way to madness. . Over the years we are struggling.
Fake comfort, the devastating kiss of death,. fake love, bitten by the deadliest snake.. Broken hope, you played me like a marionette, crushed dreams, I've been.
Breathing fire, our hollow eyes are blind.. These poisoned wells are keeping our throaths dry.. We seek freedom while we hang in chains, can't think clearly..
In your hands there's a newpolished "45, it boosts your ego and the trigger. makes you king, innocence can't cut the troaths of your victims, in your.
The blue cloud of doom. Fell upon my land. Felt upon my sword. . Beheading for a feast. Our swords covered with blood. Beneath the melting sun. The praise is for pagan lords.
We. Organic images. Dissolving earth. . Our future children. Stare at us unfixed. From a residence of stars. In their sidereal ships. Ho sailing beyond within.