Standing in ring walls of stone Deepest dungeons Passing iron gates Nor the golden sent dreams Under towers That once stormed in sight That never
Slowly crossing As red rivers run below Forever passing Where darkness lies unknown Where soul winds burn my eyes Where shadows of lost life hide Enter
In storm I ride towards shadow ruins Infernally vasts take my sight Took color my vision From an endless dripping sky Paint the visage centuries old
I saw a raven circle Born out of thorns to the surface world With mezmerising strenght To fly among the blackest rain And soar into the deepest gorge For this I would battle
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(Lickety Split) This guy's a choke artist Ya catch a bad one Your better off shootin yourself With Papa Doc's handgun Climbin up this mountain your
Her name is Yoshimi, she's a black belt in karate Working for the city, she has to discipline her body 'Cause she knows that it's demanding to defeat
("First of all, you think she's a woman, but she's not, she's a cyborg") Her name is Phoebe. She's a black belt in karate. Workin' for the city, ("NYPD
not feel good, I thought by now I would But then again It's like one thousand paper cuts Soaked in vinegar Like the battles with yourself That leave
Off we sail from Svea shores To test our steel through out the world Soon to come a raging battle The strong will join and the weak shall fall The army
everything We survived the battles that we fought Choices that we make And paths that we choose Define just what we are The battles that we won And the battles
so ok I think its safe to say we're alright now What's today? I lost track in all my thoughts and worries. yesterday I looked back at a time line of last
Her name is Yoshimi she's a black belt in karate working for the city she has to discipline her body 'Cause she knows that it's demanding to defeat those
Singer is a crook, whoa-ey-oh singer is a crook, whoa-ey-oh singer is a crook, whoa-ey-oh kitchen is for cook, whoa-ey-oh scissors at the barber, whoa
(screaming)
Her name is Yoshimi - she's a black belt in karate Working for the city - she has to discipline her body - Cause she knows that it's demanding to defeat
Our battles are repetious if not broken poetry and maybe that's the attraction that you're as self-absorbed as me You jumped to the conclusion and landed
do not feel good, I thought by now I would. But then again... It's like one thousand papercuts, Soaked in vinegar. Like the battles with yourself,