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Dance The Black Angels Angels

Lead like lambs whose shepherd is blind following trails of the 'celestial' guide Unending search in the world absurd, blindly obsessed by lies Living

Four there were swords, four there were men All were them clad in one (shadow) Four pints of blood, four hands together Four shadows were melt in one

Godless and eyeless With a pristine word and a charcoal heart. Staring down from someplace else We speak like snakes We live like leaves We take like

unite, both shall die, I greet the Death with joy, not cry Autumn rides the storm and spreads her frost-covered wings Invocating freezing scorn, deflowering summer dreams shadows dance

Would you lie in wait or Would you kill your brother Would you offer out your hand Then unleash the dagger You've lost your way among the fray The blackest

Would you lie in wait or Would you kill your brother Would you offer out your hand Then unleash the dagger You've lost your way among the fray The blackest

, the Vanguard Award winner New York torch gripper, O.G. of the floss, nigga I'm seein' visions like I did a bag of angel dust This is life when you black

meal Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring Black dirt live again The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing As he dances the

on Something's happening here You better hold on I'm gonna meet you in tompkins square A junkie ran down a lady a pregnant dancer She'll never dance