never understand. Kill children to baptise parent, So people see you're doing bad while doing "good". Now dragon-ships are ready to battle, and hordes
and ice With steel and blood we paid, we paid a very high price Took us as slaves and suppressed our souls Till we fought them back, took them under control Battle
joined the SS In revenge for Malmedy, they used a blowtorch on me Nice try, Whargoul cannot die You blow off my arm I laugh at the pain And after the battle
to sacrifice? They are not in it for the treasure And not there for the fame Their aim is for the glory And the battle is the game They proudly wear
: i know where i come from sands of the fatherland i'll face any battle though i don't understand i pledge the allegience the flag i wave tonight not
the dispossessed and undernourished needs Flee from shantytown to Campbelltown town Amidst the people A voice for the voiceless And those without choices face bulldozers and battle
apathy of time laughs in my face You said, "Each life has its place" The hatches were battened the thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed The battle surrounded the white flag
: (W. Whitman) I saw the vision of armies; And I saw, as in noiseless dreams, hundreds of battle-flags, Borne through the smoke of the battles and pierced
: Don't try to explain your mind I know what's happening here One minute it's love And suddenly it's like a battle-field One word turns into a Why is
: [Killah Priest:] From apartments to porches From park bench to corners From lobbies to alley's There's warrants a warrin' Warnin' for flags and dress
and his soul Oh Johnny Lobo oh Johnny Lobo Loaded down with lessons that he carried home from VietNam to Wounded Knee Johnny Lobo burned a flag he knew
white flags and holding our breath But no retreat and no surrendering She says it's late And come on, we're headed for the sun I said now wait Oh this battle
your lands Weaks must die in battle By the ragin' metal Which as storm in ours hands Down of kneel before us We're the steppen riders Our flags over
: Glory rides on our swords Flags are proudly flutters high Let's roar the battle horns Before the storm to enemies side We'll fight 'till victory We
two One, Man, Army on a solo mission but I'm still starrin Still starvin, still marchin Train of thought like a drill sergeant Turn you battle rappers
going off to war Fightin' in the age old battle We've sometimes won before Flags that line old main street Are blowin' in the wind These must be the flags
and magistrates. This is a world at war for the liquid gold, but there's still no cure for the common cold. We raise our flags and battle cries in the
coming battle And you pray the drums will never cease And you may win this war that's coming But would you tolerate the peace? Investing in munitions And those little cotton flags