boats against the current So we beat on these waters are uncharted bravely We sail alone riding the storm Clutching honor bearing pride Ocean salt that burns
as Lou When out of the night which was fifty below and into the din and the glare There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks dog dirty and loaded for bear
as Lou. When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and the glare, There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear
light speed throuh and cries while the spirit stumbles and inside missile for the protection of you maybe it's silent the voice can't bear anymore
feel like crying and the dreams that I have are all of my past lives and the seizures would paralyze me in the night and I wake up clutching my teddy bear
OF A THOUSAND SWORDS GLEAMING BENEATH THE BLAZON OF THE HYPERBOREAN EMPIRE [To be found on the second Bal-Sagoth album; "Starfire Burning Upon The Ice
were routed soundly by the elder magics, fleeing the field howling their anathemas and maledictions against the King, and the winged horrors fell seared and burning
the front that your grandma took bitch... fuck you! [Verse 1: Apathy] I turn rappers to dust, burn rappers who bust turn wax to cut, burn backs of sluts
right guard parts And march through the gauntlet of car alarms No harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier Than ash around the metacarpal still clutching the teddy bears
repel four winds for broken seals Numbered Sedative Bending my brethren, breaking bread with Yeshua In Bethlehem, The last tribal star soul the alien Seth Alam The devil bears
buck, won't even pop a clutch on the gear shift That ain't the hard pose, nigga, you just scared stiff I'm on my grizzly, you might walk right into bear
has been Fell off the bike more than twice But it's time to ride again This time I learned from my past falls Old wounds may re-open soon Burn 'em in
I left, all that drama dog, back in the streets I gotta result to riding low, and my homies in the back seat See, you know we the type of boys that burn
globes of disease infest my dreams burning the ends of my veins pattern and form the squares cling fast dance the tide now could never bear another
it's all tooted good On the reala, a young killa, a young thrilla, mashin' the enemy goes down for [?] scrilla To whom it may concern: fool, I need a "Burn
lords aboard, heroes unsung heroes unbrung rewards Yo if I flutter in a trouble clutch then I dance fancy forward Like park children double dutching ropes in burning