in sand to resurrect Feather of truth is weighed against Carved in stone, enter the tomb Ritual under the moon One last trip, river of life Prophecy
in sand to resurrect feather of truth is weighed against carved in stone enter the tomb ritual under the moon one last trip river of life prophecy into
Traduction: Death Angel. Prophétie.
, in the masses it reigns The mask of hypocrisy is slowly unveiled Fear the angels holocaust, they're screaming Dreams of pain forever entering your head Death
the masses it reigns The mask of hypocrisy is slowly unveiled Fear the angels holocaust, they're screaming Dreams of pain forever entering your head Death
on his right. Death is another part of life, life, life These are my last words I?m havin? difficulty breathing Dying on the inside internally bleeding Angel of death
motherfuckers think of me I might be nobody but wait till I'm together like a symphony Resounding sound that will continue infinitely Angel of death
wings, the wings of our angels In this new and horrific war Send the North wind to freeze Any fear in our hearts Finally allied for an angel who spoke
sins of men but horror fills the one that keeps the most terrible prophecy with it Nekron gave the key to awaken him from sleep Sad, dark, prophecy
[I : The Ancient Prophecy] It was a good time for all creatures on the earth, But fate decreed that the dark prophecy of a demon Knight could bring a
painfull my prophecy made you, and can rock you with shots to the facial and lock you in stables, and can force you to box with an angel my axe, it
God A God who commands them not to kill These faithful in lines that number thousands Bring perdition throughout the land As though the angel of death
of thirty-three The prophecy fulfilled On the cross at Calvary His blood for man was spilled The sky was black as midnight But 'neath the dark and gloom Voices rang and Angels
begun From, KRS-One to Talib Kweli Now I'm the best superstar on BET And MTV, better yet I'm known universally I am the key, to being the best MC The prophecy
they all feel us. I guess its the adrenaline rush that flows in us. Run with my sons of death we all winners. All got fight in our blood, we go-getters
heard in your eardrums You gotta digest (which king gotta die next? I'm on the street corner taking side bets >from set-trippin, angels of death slip
