love, aggression, war, brutality. War - black, white, red, yellow mother do you want the war? War - unborn love, aggression, war, malevolence, war. War
He was my brother Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three years old the day he died Freedom writer They cursed my brother to his face
When we found our mountain, we named it forever And we lived on each other's dreams You helped me build bridges to cross raging rivers When your world
Armies of darkness gather Moving forward for (???) This time (???) REVENGE!!! Total destruction (???) (???) (???) crematory (???) (???) shame Father
There isn't much to say about this song. It seems that every album we put out had some sort of "funk" track on it, and this is probably *that* track for
[Intro:] Kane got it goin' on. Hey girl I didn't mean it. Hey a sweet love a sweet love. Girl I didn't mean it. Check it out. [KK:] I never should
Vengeance for their blood The blood of angels Downfall of a system That allows the slaughter I'll reject a lifetime of lies For just one day of truth
No sense of self To balance it off Preconceived notions of something Everyones gone Will I show up With all that I have to give Would you consider it
Our love was Our love was famine, frustration We only acted out an imitation Of what real love should have been And then suddenly Our love was flying
This is a march of war The last chance to settle the score The battle lines well defined A fight that we both fought before What do you want from me?
Let you take me out I knew what you were all about But when I did I wasn?t tryin? to lead you on Now you bring me home And tell me goodnight?s not enough
Zixul zi Azkak Ia Gula zi Pazu Alal uggae Utukku Xul Ia Ia Pazuzu Ia Ningursu Ia Ia Umduggu Shemti Shebui Nehenkau Addu Nergal Arrallu Nergal dread God of War
When I was a child the world was very very big and very strange Now nothing seems to have changed since I was a child Nervous, shy and insecure I stumbled
long 'til we realize the truth? The bottom line of defense and world security The bankers and the ministry of arms Just cut the deal and the war is on
He was my brother Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three years old, the day he died Freedom writer They cursed my brother to his face
Vengeance for their blood. The blood of angels. Downfall of a system that allows the slaughter. I'll reject a lifetime of lies, for just one day of truth
