We've crossed the burning wasteland Sought out forgotten tombs Within this shattered planet Beneath a broken moon We live amongst the ruins Where
endless host of foes How heavy this axe Burden carried from birth Wrought in Stygian visions By the gods of the earth Upon the hallowed mountain The gods
goes Ask me no more questions Some things you weren't meant to know The mother toiling in the fields Her apron full of seeds She dropped them to the earth
too late There'll be no safe crossing this night Hear the horns, pounding hooves Visions of cities aflame Wailing cries, dawn of doom Die by the sword
Waiting for dawn on the snow-covered tundra Your foes lying dead at your feet Look to the sky for a good star to guide you And pray that the morning
We shall build you a cairn beyond the black river Where no one will disturb your rest There you shall lay in your helm and your harness With your sword
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Taken away from under the boughs Far from the sheltering glens Imprisoned by wizards to sing for a serpent In the guise of a man They come with
Cast out from the lands of their births Banished from hearth and home All brothers must swear the oath Forsaking all they've known If you choose
: wisdom infinite, held tightly in my grasp my sword one thousand battles strong ageless i remain, beyond the reach of death indebted by my soul i have
Asaland I'm on my way home in the end A homeward son will claim his heritage walk the soil of this earth The pen will be his mighty sword And the truth
their Gods he severed Upon his dome, countless of crowns of rappers thrones He trot down leavin' craters as he walks Shift in the Earth forks, he stayed
The whole Earth manifests seven seas Seven continents, seven wonders called mysteries But they are 32 stolen legacies The born degree of the knowledge Malice told ya Speaks on the sword
: White swords of blinding razor light Blast round the earth Validating with immortal strength Courage of the brave From the aftermath of dust and flames
the work of God. Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword
from below, Tell me what a sissy know. Funkin lesson is a new flow stalking walking in my big black boots. Living off the earth eating herbs and fruits
the function Heads by the score take flight incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow swingin swords
cards, some trust for their gods In the Wizard of Oz, you get it all to get robbed Price is on the food and the Earth's precious jewels Ain't the golden
