clouds of rage came rumbling in And the city burn a blaze so bright the night resembled morning There was vengeance in their eyes as their voices pierced
ya, another classic closure The death-master out to blast ya My team runs shit, from from the D E side, down to last ya Past the, norm, my crew swarm,
This ain't the past that we live in we're not forgiven It's death at the hands of the lands we've been given [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] A murdering sense
The voice will quit and I can escape from this demon deakin My lifes a living hell Only the voice can tell Oh please oh christ compell Lead me from
perfection cruel result but not intention His values are not the ones I choose he's failed in himself In the blaze of his pride an independence expressed Not there is no guiding voice
still for mils I'm prayin' In the meanwhile, I stayed me and wait, De life ain't great, But's better than the jobs from state, For makin' it, mate, just
around the old familiar space. Suddenly, a VOICE rings out.) VOICE Miss Desmond! Hey, Miss Desmond! (NORMA looks around, unable to identify the source of the VOICE
week I was feeling amputated from my neck to my shoes And the gulf between my voice and my heart was ooh So far and wide When I woke from this dream I
charade. Under crimson flares I watch the tempest of the universe. In dark artistry, I lionize the splendorous glare. An unearthly voice of euphony express
thousand voices crying, Raging endlessly they come, whoa, And the morning light the high, the darkened days gone by, And the sun will shine again across the blazing
Or you could run up and get done up [Damian Marley] Or get something that you want none of Unlimited amount you collect from us Direct from us, street
makin money my fuckin career choice and they mad i get a paycheck strictly off my voice but the bag comes with the good when you chillin in the game now these girls are DTF from
t you see that I am beaming? I?ll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past
Sisters lift your voice and we will listen in the midd?s of last days, as we pray for new beginnings make a mends for the past and find new ways to
, covering man Eyes that pierce and blaze Wounded hands, stretching out To save Moonlit nights on their knees Stifling screams ready To break from conscience The voice
[Lyrical Magick: Proscriptor, Voice: Proscriptor, Bass: Equitant] [1st Verse] Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed. The last of Ka drifts
Can't you see that I am beaming? I'll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past