Survival of human is based in knowledge. But actions of men are really fucked. What is the respect for human life?. So many massacres and senseless wars.
I was a child. when they took me away from my family. I remember long and frosty winter. and people looking hopelessly for food. from this ancient time.
You're a precious pearl. In a fragile shell. With a rose colored skin. And the roses smell. . Your long golden hair. Reflecting the light. Your emerald eyes.
(tricky). Is this recording?. Is this recording?. Is this recording?. Is this recording?. (tricky echoing and mumbling in the background throughout). .
The frost tries to reach us,. with its cruel cold hands. the cold witheness hurts our eyes. and we still march with wind in the face.. We follow the trace of blood in the snow.
Kill, kill, kill, kill. Kill, kill, kill, kill. . A savage dragon in the dark cavern mouth. A rancid below pours from it. If you are spattered with his venomous poison.
I want a queen on every continent. So I can escape the government. Flee my residence, settle in. I'm militant minded, brilliant rhyme whiz. . The time is now for me to shine, kids are innocent.
[ Poetic ]. Look Chief. There's only one way to catch these Gravediggaz. We gotta go deep into the underground. (You're nuts!. You know what I gotta do to catch a permission to dig up a grave?).
Standing on a lonely shore, beauty does unfold. Kissed by the dawning light, the sea is painted gold. Never seen alike before, innocent and pure. We never see, we just destroy, we run this planet down.
Armed armies march towards the battle. The warriors of Wotan, not knowing good grace,. Pain nor mercy for enemies. The enemies of Wotan are their enemies as well.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. It ain't over motherfuckers. (No shit!). . As we enter, the beginning of the end. (The sounds you are about to hear, may be devastating to your ear).
This is the fascinating tale of the Templars, probably the most. powerful and mysterious organisation of the Middle Ages.. The Order of the Poor Knights of Christ and the Temple of Solomon.
In the glare of furious lightnings spell of the damned runic words,. Altar of uncoagulated blood altar surrounding the women wolves..
Yo, there's still time. . As the door close, the cold wind blows. Down America like the Wall of Jericho. Some will walk the sheet close. Many are called but few are chose.
This is the fascinating tale of the Templars, propably the most powerful and mysterious organisations of the Middle Ages.. The Order of The Poor Knights Of Christ and the Temple Of Salomon, originate from a group of nine Aristocrates, whose sole.
The pit, the pit, oh my. Yo, 1, 2, dun dunna dunna dun. All y'all mentally dead motherfuckers. We come to break y'all some information. And ressurect you from the mentality of fool in this.
At the pagan Samain night,. I entered the Darkside,. Evil arrived far from the North,. I known the might of Demonlord..
You sit alone in lightless chambers, all the love you had is. gone. No one there to catch your fall, you never felt so alone. Blackened thoughts in lonely ruins, lifeless eyes an empty.
Let's get it on ock, and watch the spot get blown. I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem. From the mists of the darkness I come with this. Hittin straight, to the chest, like a Primatene mist.