connected At the same time Pockets of strength among us Combine to fight the growing threat During the century of the vital Man will combine Wisdom between
picking the locks Of a 20th Century Pandora's box A father tells a son "The army makes a man of you" Now all vital signs are gone Another joins the countless
flaying of satyrs by firelight Soon, not late many moons well I know struck the horses Head the aristocratic state of the Eighteenth century had reached
spoken By a brother attemptin' to open The graves, of these mentally dead slaves Who've been lost on a cross, for decades And centuries, lookin' for the
Back in the fourteenth century When the world was plagued by horrid diseases Discovered lifeless bodies were buried Knowing very little about true symptoms
the Kinjian calendar. Africa was marching down the main street of this little harbor town today. Africa, in undimmed black vitality, surging up out of centuries
Jews like parables That can't be seen with the eye like constellations You're lost in the nation with no mental vision Unseen strikes your vital like
stabbed Chemistry lab is filled with motorous vocab That drive niggas crazy like arabs in manhatten cabs Lyrics heat up the airplay, give off shockwaves That damage the earways for centuries
solar system evolves into one curiosity-conscious force of death, the end of the world will take place for 3,450 years and 2,700 centuries... forcing
clones of a race that is dying, a race that has sought the help of the emperors. Those who live inside of our vital sun, "lease" our planets to other
From the dawn of time we came To find the place of promise Moving silently down Through war disabled centuries Living many secret lives Unrecognised
the mystery - look to the Sea, under Skies of Hope What have we done? Can we right all the wrongs - the evils and fears, for thousands of years, that forever drain our vitality
Buried beneath the centuries, memories of horrific prophecies, the word of god forced upon the weak Acceptance, blinded they will be Silent, the flesh
have we done? Can we right all the wrongs - the evils and fears, for thousands of years, that forever drain our vitality? Can this go on without dyer
The Bringer of Woe, was brought to bear upon the besieged fortress, and, with the shadows of dusk lengthening upon the field of war, the centuries old
An epic world. A vital culture. Mystery across centuries. Whispering hymns. Drowning in beauty. A new solution. Pain inspires. The new generation.
words spoken By a brother attemptin' to open The graves, of these mentally dead slaves Who've been lost on a cross, for decades And centuries, lookin'
everything turns to black Life gets destroyed, when evil forces wreck Throughout the past, condemned to misery Darkness will last, for centuries to come For centuries