a free land, we watch our victories, killing our annoyances as the troops march away. We talk of no more, for there's a price to pay. In a free land
In a free land, we watch our victories, killing our annoyances as the troops march away. We talk of no more, for there's a price to pay. In a free land
from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you! Well a picture can express a thousand words
for a cake It's when you gotta fly by night to save the day Crash landings routinely happen Some survive, others never rise from the ashes Watching
plague and death, spawn from the infernal oceans revealed to all distant worlds. Prophets shall shiver in fear for the knowledge they witness, the beast rising from
ONCE A GOD FELL FROM GRACE INTO OBLIVION ENTOMBED IN DARKNESS - ENDLESS VANISHING BANISHED BY GODS FROM LIGHT - DESCENT TO TWILIGHT BUT ONE DAY FROM
these walls are lives at stake A change of seasons causes wills to bend A rising of the populations hand One glance at freedom begins a raging fire
We'll be the virus - a deadly disease the fever is burning inside you To bring you to fail is the ultimate aim we'll rise from the ashes again and again
Once upon a dusty reservation Somewhere in the land of sitting bull Johnny lobo played with fire and dreamed of open spaces Locked inside a heaven gone
And talk like I do And think like I do But then The sun rises in Atlanta again... SLATON: They have risen from the ashes of war with honor and courage
by the sword, you must die by the sword Warriors born to be free To live by the sword Born in the shadows of Fuji From out of the ashes you rise To
Play my position in the game of life, standing firm on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack and A
of a new age Jorn Lande: As we hear the final cries Floor Jansen: Ready to enter the next stage Jorn Lande: From the ashes we will rise! E] Glimmer
Once upon a dusty reservation somewhere in the land of Sittin' Bull Johnny Lobo played with fire and dreamed of open spaces Locked inside a heaven gone
a cake It's when you gotta fly by night to save the day Crash-landings routinely happen Some survive, others never rise from the ashes. Watching asphalt
for a cake It's when you gotta fly by night to save the day Crash-landings routinely happen Some survive, others never rise from the ashes Watching asphalt
hands Embrace it if need be Livin' been warfare I press it to CD A fire in tha master's house is set 11.Ashes in the Fall A mass of hands press on
