the witches' predictions and sets about "clearing up" among his supposed enemies. In his growing madness, he turns from a murderer into a tyrant, and the whole country moans and
Verse 1: (K-Lash-Nek-Off) As lightning strikes and thunder pounds Over the grey skies of east London town Prophecy K returns from the underground Signified
men, and now he's back for more He will rise from a world down under Bringing fire, plague, death and thunder Summons creatures unknown to mankind Demons
of the Crown of the New Covered in Bloodlust and shame I feel the Whip of the Great Son of Zeus Lashing my Honour and Place Lightning won't remove the
See the madness, burning angels glow The wine of violence, I steal your soul See the madness in me grow I am the wound and the scar and the spear come
thousand men, and now he?s back for more. He will rise from a world down under Bringing fire, plague, death and thunder Summons creatures unknown to
the Madness, Burning Angels Glow THE WINE OF VIOLENCE, I steal your Soul See the Madness in me grow I am the Wound and the Scar and the Spear come to
last part and end of our old age with thunder and lightning the dark lord is taking the crown of the whole world his creature will kill me and poisons
[feat. Klashnekoff] [Verse 1: Klashnekoff] As lightning strikes and thunder pounds, Over the grey skies of East London town, Prophecy K returns from
Thunder and lightning, the gods take revenge Senseless destruction Victims of fury are cowardly now Running for safety Stabbing the harlot to pay for
I got this dream I've been dreamin' The perfect picture of love Sparks and fireworks flyin', almost too hot to touch Then everything I wanted and then
month of summers ending Earth's peace was shattered by a storm Came a rider helmed with lightning Racing down the skies Magic weapon in his hands And madness
the madness, Swirls in your eyes... But if you create a new world, Free you'll fly as the wind. There is no sense keeping life cold... A distant thunder
of hell Give birth to the region of evil Open the gates of hell Open the door to the underworld Open the gates of hell Lightning and thunder are the
my madness, Drumming is my business. Drumming is my pleasure, Drumming makes me happy. Drumming makes me lose control, Drumming makes me rock and roll
they could have it for free Lying awake at night; should I keep up the fight Is madness cursed our divine Roll with the thunder; cry in the rain What