Storm Trying to find the sun With wrathful hearts we've scaled the fortress Whose summits reach the sky In vain we roared and were defeated His majesty
of God-King shall rule, When nine stars kiss the moon o'er Ultima Thule. Swathed in moon-frosts, in icy winds our blazon flying, Iron gleaming 'neath the stars, black
Northern Continent, personal regiment of the feared general Baalthus Vane. True to their martial reputation, the six thousand strong Legion were inscrutable in their jet black
with, five live men Who got guard-junials on 'em Word is bond God I'm speakin the truth, the actual fact Step into my chamber, you get waxed Wordlife black
(feat. A.L. Skills, PackFM, Rise, Substantial, Wordsworth) [Substantial] Your majesty, makes casualties of wack emcees Catch you off guard like niggas
Way back in the year of 2017 The sun was growing hotter And oil was way beyond its peak When crazy Hector Johnson broke into a refinery And the black
the Storm Trying to find the sun With wrathful hearts we've scaled the fortress Whose summits reach the sky In vain we roared and were defeated His majesty
STORM trying to find the sun With wrathful hearts we've scaled the fortress Whose summits reach the sky In vain we roared and were defeated His majesty