[Music: Skolnick, Peterson] [Lyrics: Peterson, Skolnick] Born into a world of hatred Nothing to live for What started with a simple match Turned into
[Music: Ramirez, Peterson] [Lyrics: Ramirez, Peterson] Witches grow restless The priests are impatient My legions scream The gates must be open Our
[Music: Skolnick, Peterson, Clemente] [Lyrics: Skolnick, Peterson, Billy] [1 :] Living my life on borrowed time Watching my dreams disappear My fists
hour of tiamat Evil feelings in the air The chosen wait impatiently To find the rituals of power Come out of the fire Making the legacy known Takes its
[Music: Skolnick, Peterson] [Lyrics: Souza, Christian] Prisoners of the venom master Guilty for what you've been charged Sit in cells condemned to face
[Music: Peterson] [Lyrics: Souza, Peterson] [1 :] Our ship sailed on through the Violent burning sea Not knowing of the danger Waiting in store for
[Music: Skolnick, Peterson] [Lyrics: Souza, Peterson] I've been a prisoner Trapped in by fear Ordered for the rest of my life Condemned in a jail cell
[Music: Skolnick, Peterson] [Lyrics: Souza, Peterson] [BRIDGE :] Hear the screams,screams of fright Shrieks of terror through the night Souls of old
We're gonna take you back Through the pages of the past Just another lonely boy I could laugh and play And live in any other way Then the devil took
: Otra vez caaste preso, y es la tercera que va en el mes para colmo sos menor y tu viejo viene por vos tu familia aclaro los puntos, y eso a vos
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: (Benjamin Biolay) Si tu aimes les soirs de pluie Mon enfant, mon enfant Les ruelles de l'Italie Et les pas des passants L'eternelle litanie Des
: [Timbo King] The Legacy, get your minds ready, get your rhymes ready And held a breath of life, resurrect the death of Christ What you got to sacrifice
me now, save the time Its the best things in life that well miss This hours come and gone But the life that you lead Is the legacy you leave us and I
I've been flipping through my book of songs, and i realized that you never escaped a page. Every line that bleeds from this pen carries a thought of
[BFAP:] What has rap become? And before your eyes, time is running In this world all I got, in the end all I got In this world all I got, in the end