fall asleep on the eve of destruction set ablaze like the plague in our brooding creations look up and align with the fire in the skies blinding
to fall asleep on the eve of destruction set ablaze like the plague in our brooding creations look up and align with the fire in the skies blinding
(Bob Dylan) Beyond the horizon, behind the sun At the end of the rainbow life has only begun In the long hours of twilight 'neath the stardust above
yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire
It's not gone forever; Oh my bold hearts, we will go down to the city, We will live by city light, but in the darkest hour, Keep this fire alive; We
my burnt offering Spill your blood Offer me good omen Make the sacrifice, the hours close at hand Burn your soul Offer me good omen Take your very life, this I command Dark
blood Offer me good omen Make the sacrifice, the hours close at hand Burn your soul Offer me good omen Take your very life, this I command Dark shadows
Dialect] Save me from the darkest corner [x4] [3rd Verse- Violent J, (Shaggy2Dope), ((Monoxide Child)), {Jamie Maddrox}] {Damien called for many hours
of the night Blood and thunder Rushing through me Till the dawn of light The sky is turning red Like a renegade All alone I walk through fire Till I
To rule the darkest hours I can see my future Writings on the wall Legend in my lifetime Stories will recall Leather Rebel... Lightning in the dark
And slipped into schism The trial was quick, the sky grew dark They led him from the prison Tied him to a stake of oak Lit a fire of wood and coke The
and yet we blacken the sky smoke rising out of the flames Now they'll know... First a spark! then a flame! now a fire! We explode! Into the darkest
A church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying Aglow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire is saying, "You can burn
too sunny And they work all month and don't make no money A fight for power, a nuclear shower And people shout out in the darkest hour Of sights unseen
a three-hour difference So when my bitch is a six, she's really a nine In seven days, she'd still be a dime Call me Blaze Sky walker hittin' jugular
street sweepin is senseless, intense, fenced in, fleein A long road ahead, I'm still believin in my freedom On the darkest day, I'd say your darkest hour