em in! Feels like flying - When we are falling One more time Ready to die Wild for the night Death comes pale Cold is the grave Blackout under neon lights
Traduction: La Couronne. Froide est la tombe.
grief Cold creeps in, silver crowns the land Long are the evening now, grave the guilt's weight Stars shriek their emptiness in the darkling sky All the world is
the crown I lead a crusade fight for belief to be one out in the field fearless and cold building the road to my Calvary strong is my steel dark is
lullaby music Songs of a shepherd by Bethlehem fold. When he is King they will clothe him in grave-sheets, Myrrh for embalming, and wood for a crown
way. Scare crows are all dressed in rags out at the edge of the field I lay and all I've got's a pocket full of flowers on my grave. Oh but summer is
This is my FO-UN-DA-TI-ON. This is my foundation. Listen, all my friends, yes, I do miss them. I want them to understand, I'm down when I diss them. These
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee that nigga Big Ass Moe chillin with my partna named DeMo its on his birthday we comin through in a nigga trunk is
Capitalism, money and power Catch me in the Trump Tower with a honey and powder I feel the shadows death is comin' to an end My lifes slippin' from me, ya'll niggaz is
flow over me.. I see teared eyes around, Around my grave Who're you talking to, love? The skull you hold won't speak You see, my flesh, so solid Now is
justifies the means To hell you will be sent The wolf leader now is the stalked Expansion state of horror Guns echo over the grave A thousand fates are
blew colder Here in a bed of wrack and shingle Beneath rests a sea king of the north His fallen history remains unknown Now his grave is just a heap
4 am Bay Bridge Music -Andre Nickatina im like a lighting bolt that can a pope from cloud to cloud man hit the library my style is in the rap files i
like Stu it Mind over matter action is needed When the big one not to be super seeded Responsibility is somethin' I can't deny The illegallies is Narcist
for us out there Innocence is lost Speed up the fall and say Amen There is death for the dogs Destin rongé pa le remord Un sacerdoce grave dans
go... and what will you do? When death is coming knocking at your door! You can cry and pray... wish it all away But death is coming knocking down
cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Whore for the cold world, whore for the cold world Sparkle my
