: [Music by: P. Wagner] [Lyrics by: P. Wagner] In the darkest hour It is time for the truth When you're fast asleep In the darkest hour A modern man
[Music by: P. Wagner] [Lyrics by: P. Wagner] In the darkest hour It is time for the truth When you're fast asleep In the darkest hour A modern man,
Übersetzung: Wut. In The Darkest Hour.
heart. A full-blooded Cherokee, he predicted to me the time and the place that the trouble would start. There's a babe in the arms of a woman in a rage
works the diner, pourin coffee, slingin hash She said, "I wouldn't have come in today But I really need the cash I know I can't fool anyone cause dark
the truth Poised to take us down And one by one we'll fall... Giants side by side And one by one we'll fall... The irony of our end Rage of silence
: Some will strut and some will fret See this an hour on the stage Others will not but they'll sweat In their hopelessness in their rage We're all the
on, mile for mile, But you're not nearer; you're so far away. And the sun starts to set, The horizon is bleeding, The night arrives like a dark angel
can see, you can smell, you can taste it all Take my hand, take my hand, travel with me now Over sea, over land, through the darkest hour We shall see
how bout that Close range with the gadge get payed First rapper to shoot off stage Turn the front page the next day my life is like a book A twenty four hour
the hare said I've been cursed, I've been despised As a witch with darkest powers I shall goe until a hare I've been hunted trapped and punished In these my darkest hours
Primos:] No matter what I do This craving never seems to fade Death made me envy him The aching wore my patience thin I thrive on my rage The hours seemed
your eyes now look who's getting what its over! never again never again you lost your one friend your only brother motherfucker you know this rage came over me you know this rage
: [Professor X:] (In the ways of the scale) The plug has been lifted from the unjoint jar All cascade of black, perfume of the hour (In the ways of the
feel The empty aching hours Trying to conceal The natural progression Is the coming of your age But they cover it with shame And turn it into rage And
squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened The two years in a box, revenge, the plots The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour that's not The silence, the dark