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Death From Above Blood On Our Hands

up above the pedals of grass Which was once over towering Now we overpowering Planting our seeds for whatever tomorrow brings [Monoxide Child:] I'm separated and laughed at from

the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids Or live in mass, suite and lavish cribs Fix marriages for my kids, six karats on my whiz Exotic toke' and karats on

they steel The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs blood spill In zero degrees, niggas on skis

rule the world and tame our destiny The price we pay for immortality...is death In shallow waters we run aground Move on now, the sun is setting On all

We're free before the thunderstorm On towards the wilderness our quest carries on Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight Deep inside our hearts and all our

Oh My Love I'll Defy Death And Meet On Holy Ground Under Tortured Skies From A Land With No Sun I Will Come For You From Seven Points Of Darkness Beyond

them. GIRY raises her hand again) GIRY Your hand at the level of your eyes! RAOUL . . . at the level of your eyes . . . MOB (offstage) Your hand at the

invaders from the east, with their imperial eagle which they dared to drive into our sacred soil... pompously claiming our island as their own. They

shining the apparition On the western window smiles On our Golden Lane The Powder Tower that knows No night from a day Death in Prague The bell tolls on