stands before me? In the misty light silhouettes arise Shapes of evil, soaring I see myself, wish I was blind I wish to be somebody else [CHORUS] I hear a voice, an evil voice
whom or for what are they waiting ? Suddenly a gust of wind came up from the north. There appeared a lone rider, holding a sword of steel. Then from the
the wizard shook the world Metal came from foundries where the midlands sound unfurled The bullring was a lonely place of concrete towers and steel The
with wack edits They heavily defended airfields But they bodies rot behind punctured steels When I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice? Oh
violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millenium Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel
-violet shine blind forensics I inspect view through the future see millenium Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shckling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel
to her. Once more, she rejects his love declaring that she's sworn herself to CHRIS; the enraged THUY, now the people's commissar, orders his soldiers to attack
mixed with wack edits They heavily defended airfields But they bodies rot behind punctured steels When I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice
bones Now fuck with that (automatic cardiac attack) Forced to front in your chest back, (?)no raptor arab(?) Kuruption! Yeah that's me! New word to the dome, cyclone stallone stainless steel
Ghost Galleon Spectrums of Rage First Voice - Power of the thunder, power of the night Sailing in the ocean in the ghost galleon Second Voice - We found
violet shine blind forensics I inspect you, through the future see millennium Killa B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel
in your backpack You tear my tip off, replace it with a fat cap I'm 12 oz. of steel concealed in a knapsack Ya pull me out, ya shake me up and then attack
and intergalactic pirates Telling tales of trails left by the gods Through the center of the sun when they passed the spot Jesus Christ was really an ancient astronaut I attacked
so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting
thought to myself, for whom or for what are they waiting? Suddenly a gust of wind come up from the north There appeared a lone rider, holding a sword of steel