't see when the smoke hits me, Startin hittin' each hash ?? so I can make ends meet, Defeat the weak matter of my league, I freeze OGs leave me stunned
the night so long it makes me freeze I'm having strange experience the cannibals are chasing me is it V dream - infinitv but I can not run I'm hard like
I swept her from the abyss of another dementia Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate To take the reins of pleasure Now night wane mirrors freeze
wings Of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the freezing
A black sunset rises Under the funeral sky The freezing waters below As mirrors made of funeral mist But the blasting sky above And the fullmoon is
Where is help Only the silence Oh help me Oh help me Oh help me Oh help me Still the sky was empty Freezing fog descended And a star begins to fall
I wake up, it's dark It's cold, but I'm not freezing I don't know where I am, don't know how I came here I try to get up, but I'm paralyzed The last snow
[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes] [Music by Gerhard Storsund & Frode Glesnes] A freezing winter sweeps the land A creeping frost sets in The fog encircles the
Grey morning, dawn won the fight Daylight drives away the night Fog's rising out in the fields The birth of winter is in sight Dark shadow's fall from
- in the embracement of the forest My screams sounded - come raven of the night I am now wandering as a slave of darkness - forgotten and lost My flesh is freezing
it blows and eerie cold A fog that never lifts Their tears will flood the land tonight And the thunder's drowned by screams As I lay here Freezing veins
sand As I drift into a dream And I feel the comet scream Three birds watching from a rock And I swear the third one talked Rise up through the fog and
cause but that's just how I'm feelin and one day at a time its God willin im tryin to see straight but the fog keeps building pulse start racing the bulls
Put 5 dollars worth of gas in my pride and joy Another Friday night in the life of a country boy Gonna take her out to the Tasty-Freeze then We'll go
you come from They know where you come from I'm the razor at your throat, in your fever dreams I'm the one to get your goat, nothing's what it seems Freeze
A pure veil of darkness. A mysterious fog. The Moon is full. And the Wolves you call. Red as my blood it is the sky above us. As I witness the arrival
You could be there on a dark october night waiting for the moment to be swimming 'cross the freezing river holding a plastic bag of belongings just
is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz Verse One: Freeze