The winds of grace inside of me have turned their directions to set me free Hidden powers are now reborn I am immortal, will present you my storm! Go
Tradução: Dark Age. Tormenta.
of your age So the remains, and it ain't even how That Verizon flow, are you hearin' me now? Word to Wasalu, they was sayin' my future was dark I had
: Come and sense better tell you to grind and hustle Hit the streets like a mad, use your mind and muscle We be all about the cream, living space age
Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark
vitreous moon In slick black iciness it grew To consume The wench Her tower tombed Tending to Her costume Bore the brunt of the storm When the needle
shrouded 'Neath griefs dark facade If only I could have wept In mourning by Her side I would have clasped Her so tight Like storm-beached Aphrodite Drowned
and the shit they did I was at unimpressionable age through a faze An unmentionable stage deranged full of rage Walking through life in a haze with dark
through this age of confusion an urge, the weakness and flooy since aeons emerged, Created life in fetters from cradle to grave A future in darkness with
age of confusion an urge, the weakness and flooy since aeons emerged, Created life in fetters from cradle to grave A future in darkness with mankind enslaved
