like a kid on Fisher Price, watch him kick it wicked nice on the microphone device. We delivered in the Dirty, impressed the Southwest, navigated North
know them boys, they don't play [Cam'Ron] Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an ounce or two My crib look like the Fountainblue A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain
skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my great
need is my mates, single is one of my traits i wont sit and wait, ill sedate my fate and turn it into great ill give you the bait, you just better take
I fell into your eyes I love your hair smells sweet like pure Rocky Mountain air Like the big sky shining on a Winnipeg night Dust in the air and the Northern
of glorius ice mountains rose into the dome of the darkened skies. Jagged crystal teeth queezed between the depths of the jet-black fjords. The mountains
morning mist Great vast landscapes, frostbitten woodlands Frozen thunder, hellish blizzard storms Here snow will always fall Black majestic winter magic The evil frozen moonlit nights In morning mist The great
sea from the mountains, to the prairies from the desert to the sea i'd say california, it means nothing to me i despise territorality i don't care if you're from north
Young Victory by the Eothed Salvation to the southern lands Great reward they have gained From the people they have saved Expression of gratitude On northern
Mountains Waters of Entwash and Limlight There it stands, the mighty wood of great age Hiding secrets from the early years Once so green and great that
as gentle and sweet as a kiss The great northern lights danced above us till morning The stars were like diamonds, we each made our wish The mountains
of it I set out North I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps And hunkered in the curb side dusk Holding out my thumb In no great
I Need I need some good luck, I need a best friend I need a rough dog, I need a mountain I need some new clothes, a tv, a cause A trip to nirvana, a
the ice The winter predicts our fall The last tide of honor now rises With greatness and frost in its eye A pale sun gleams upon the masses All mountains
When the rain came down In this northern town It was a banner year In the world of fear I'd have thought I?d drop you a line Since you?re in love Hope
Somewhere along a high road, The air began to turn cold. She said she missed her home. I headed on alone. Oh! Stood alone on a mountain top, Starin' out at the Great
great wealthy empire colonized the world Temples of gold mounted with brass Golden paradise, land of dreams They are near Shades appear From north
destiny approaches with the freezing boreal gales and this ancient prophecy unfolds... PREDICATION OF THE ELDERS: Go, follow the witch-lights in the northern night sky, beyond the great silvern mountains