to the brilliance of Blackeyes, feeling the warm embrace of your hand, memories like salt on a wound, dominate my new found spirit land. Seeking wisdom
gleam bright against the night sky, three more resplendently bedazzling than the others, their sidereal auras engulfing the stones...) And the central stone of the ancient
of Stones... There a torrent of viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient azure
to the Ring of Stones... There a torrent of viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient
unicorn to the Ring of Stones... There a torrent of viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient
the blue sun. And the green earth turns to flesh in your hand And the ether was born in the lungs of an ancient man We hallucinated at night. Our mind
thorns in scarlet like velvet worn About the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude I am alone thirsting for the dark that lurks beneath marbled stone
You must venture deep Into wells of fate Alone - in sorrow Where dreams become reality You must master the ancient arts Magic and mystery buried in stone
welcome the new initiated in the eternal circular dance Magics and maledictions from the stone temples will be able to make nothing against The most ancient wisdom
stones which hide the cave blind and dark along my way I must go on wise and brave before a last hail At the end of floor stairs of ancient stone lead
light Clutching at straws - Pits like jaws Martytize and observe Observe the crow Words are written Through ancient times Caused to scrolls Words are written Through ancient
thorns In scarlet, like velvet worn About the clouded moon Who wanes in solitude.... I am alone Thirsting for the dark That lurks beneath marbled stone
of the beggars, the black sellers Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed and stoned And caused to roam the earth in service cause they couldn't maintain at
itchy writin finger 41 strokes through the barrel of pen for Amadou More than a few of my personal friends Since the beginning, it seems like it never ends The story, ancient
Verse] I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas We the lost symbols, speak in cryptic codes Ancient wisdom
Dark shadows at the end of the night, Mesmerized by the silvery eye, Gray stone with the carved seals, I've found the forbidden gates! The wolves carry
venture deep Into wells of fate Alone - in sorrow Where dreams become reality You must master the ancient arts Magic and mystery buried in stone Dive