: Raise up!! To the Isengard walls, the deeper the cuts, the harder they fall. Taking back our rights, the last will of the night. I swear on all my
: There's nothing I'd like more than to let you in But now you're on the other side and there's no way... To feel your breath of life upon my face Cause
: [Hook:] The souljahs marching on prepared for war The souljahs marching on prepared for war [Verse 1: Layzie Bone] The cycle continues look what
le monde en string, 92i est dans le building Refrain (2X) : Marche ou Creve Gagne ou soit vaincu Marche ou Creve Gagne ou soit vaincu Ma-marche
mes pleurs Sur tes joues mon ange Dans tes bras en trouvant l'oubli Des jours desunis Resonnera dans nos c?urs La marche des anges Pour voir la fin de
: Listen to the world out on the outside pressing in are you ready on my mark? fingers given names and with the last word they ascend on the comfort
: There?s a wild wind blowing Down the corner of my street Every night there, the headlights are glowing There?s a cold war coming On the radio I heard
: Just because I'm losing Doesn't mean I'm lost Doesn't mean I'll stop Doesn't mean I'm across Just because I'm hurting Doesn't mean I'm hurt Doesn'
: Lovers, keep on the road you?re on Runners, until the race is run Soldiers, you?ve got to soldier on Sometimes even the right is wrong They are turning
: (Instrumental)
: Then there was rain The sky wore a veil of gold and gray At night it was the bright of the moon with me Time was just floating Then there was rain
: Smoke is rising from the houses People burying their dead I ask somebody what the time is But time doesn't matter to them yet People talking without
: Scared of losing all the time He wrote it in a letter He was a friend of mine He heard you could see your future Inside a glass of water The ripples
: Let me go boys let me go Push my boat from the highest cliff to the sea below Rocks are waiting boys rocks await Swoop down from the sky and catch
and die Driving along this highway All these cars and upon the sidewalk People in every direction No words exchanged, No time to exchange when All the little ants are marching