you've gone The water where you drown, the grave that you belong to Deep, so calm my peace under the ground I'm sure I wouldn't stay in your world much
my emotions and they find you in the oceans Yeah I said oceans, yeah I mean plural My boy got a knife to turn a boy into a girl We'll fuck up your world
path that leads to the other side The skin upon our faces has melt the ice of ages Now our destiny is yours Children lift up your eyes to the heavens Send your
Ones different laces Different culture different livin different thugs different ages The sky's blue the money's green the weed is purple The ice is white
, bump your head to the beat Sit back, put your feet up and relax It's just another one of those glory days Jump out your bed, shake your head, clear
, the time has come, your time is up. Your time is up... We can now begin our recreation of earth, to suit our needs, another world to consume. [Chorus
like cigarettes There's bigger threats besides thieves or your pet peeves But what's right in your face is what nobody believes Del, what you got up your
like to delve in destruction, lust and debauches And I am the one who stamps on all ages From 16 to 40, over and under I'm monolithic, and the black ice
"These poems are mine," Go, Go "To your little shrine Now close your little eyes From the ages of ruin." Close your eyes for the ages Close your eyes for the ages
s no time for fear Mc's better beware, of their worst nightmare Soldiers of the wu infantry out and locked on your vacinity Killarmy take on those who
Ones different laces Different culture different livin different thugs different ages The sky's blue the money's green the weed is purple The ice is
See the fire rain upon the melting ice. See the world collapse before your very eyes. Run away now! [Ooh ooh] No place to hide. See a foreign flag upon
your decision here's all that you have to do let go of your old religions what more have you got to lose? do nothing its your decision
the ancient scrolls of Volmyr] The Final Part of Voryn Helmsmiter's Journey to the Ice Realm: Blood drips from my frost-encased sword, forming a crimson blossom upon the ice
-la, wouldn't you say? Please remove your spurs. Come to think of it, remove your antlers. Haven't seen you for ages. I still fly into rages at the mention of your
culture different livin different thugs different ages The sky's blue the money's green the weed is purple The ice is white you try me I'm a have to hurt
