Out on the water The island of the dead that live There they dwelt Until they left the world And still their deeds Live forth in songs
Out on the water The island of the dead that live There they dwelt Until they left the world and Still their deeds live forth in songs
Bản dịch: Blind Guardian. Out On The Water.
: Out on the water The island of the dead that live There they dwelt Until they left the world and Still their deeds live forth in songs
this year It's only been about ten million months That we were lost in the sauce but of course with the help of the boss We prevail and now we're on
gum, wide open, I think I need more Motrin These streets is hot, man, these bitches is smoking And everybody for out for self out here Man ain't no love left out
you and your dogs foam at the mouth Thinking rap is the only way out The black human genius will never play out I take you way out, where you never
On the firing line lock, one round load Ready on the right? Ready on the left? Ready on the firing line? Watch for your targets Yeah, yeah, pay attention
them Somewhere so far out of reach Follow the sword of the hunter, baby And meet me on the beach We are forever tied Still on the run To the medicine
them blind and then control what they find I'm hanging on a thread You know I'm ready to blow like I've told you I would Out of nothing you find your
fruit is the sweetest sin On the Sheriff's County Line Down on the Sheriff's County Line Oh, down on the Sheriff's County Line Oh, down on the Sheriff
. Coming forth on desert ground, the incarnation of a king in sleep profound. Another self-proclaimed king, set to rule in the new empire. On a mission
What do you do when they turn on the light? You guard your heart, so they steal your sight You reach out in blindness, touch the alone Its icicle fingers
locked down up in my cell feedin' on bread and water, The Skrapz fell and plunged into a bottomless pit, And now I'm on the run, bloodtrails leadin'
beats down in rhythm, pounding on our reason Pounding on our reason, ringing in our skulls Sometimes this land looks empty a?? it plays so many tricks on
time that things seemed to fall in place Just for a little while And now my hopes and dreams Are falling down. Claw out my eyes, I'd rather be blind
