it is u know wut it was u know wut u did just because bizzy its the kid original hip hip thug i heard that mya was a rider n now shes all broked up oh
no wine Wolf rider she's a friend of yours You've seen her opening doors She's a history turner, she's a sweet grass burner And a dog soldier Holy
freedom and lives Nigth and day for light we pray Who'll stand victorious we are but a few Riders of light vanquish the night Holy War As we thrown
On the number-three lathe Went down the town To a HM club Sign of the cross A couple well-dressed They looked at my coat They looked at my hair An Easy Rider
time to kill, we strike with iron will Here come the riders of the revolution We fight to live and we cannot forgive Here come the riders of the revolution
's all the same the world over Twentieth century Stuck in the red In the bank of the dead Holy Society Insanity cities etc Maybe you'll catch us But
in this war like machine There'll be no returning Holy fire I'm not scared of you, I'll take you to burn, oh yeah Crimson rider I am the baron of the
It's war - crushed in the sacred door It's war - demons enter the holy hall It's war - and angels from heaven fall It's war - victory for the subterra
This is what I do, this is what I do Jennifer 1 was a racehorse-rider Heidi was a house on fire Bernadette kept a distance We got tangled up in telephone
on who makes desolate And the earth shall be delivered into his hands ... And he shall confirm a covenant with many; In the holy land, in the holy land
(Dedicated to all those brave ones, betrayed by leaving the Grand Civilization in the hands of a fake God; the Byzantine empire.) Riders cross the raging
Rider Held A Bow He Was Given A Crown He Rode Out As Conqueror Bent On Conquest Seal II Then Another Horse Came Out A Fiery Red One Its Rider
I practiced hard, it was more than a whim I played with grim determination, Jim Someone called Piano Fighter I'm a holy roller, I'm a real low rider
and his old cowfolk say "Hey Howdy Hey!" And ev'ry buffalo gal in the old corral say "Hey Howdy Hey!" ("You've got it!") Ev'ry rough and rootin' rider
heard through the dark winternights, the heartbeats of the spirit. It is the holy twelve days of Yule. Dark shapes can be seen in the sky; riders of death
the beat, come with heat, shaking head to the feet (Whoo!) Rider can you be a ghost some day? Rider can you be a ghost some day? Rider can you be
Oh Johnny was a dark child he was promised to us all But riders in the night can lift you out of sight when they call that's all But Sally was a princess