've wasted such a long time Been such a long time I've wasted all my fucking time All my life I've waited for a [Incomprehensible] Let's call it love Let's call
I can see night in the day time Into the woods I quietly go It takes all the strength I have in me These are the woods The night of the soul Painful
Übersetzung: Der Call. The Woods.
There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, weile weile waile. There was an old woman and she lived in the woods, down by the river Saile. She
Fall into my hands and sleep forever in these ashes of sorrow. Your chains hold me down. Your words keep me bound. Death cries out from these ashes.
number's up. I got a long time for love. Pony up and try and guess my hand, what have I learned from experience? I've got a long time for love. Let's call
are callin' me [Chorus: x2] My mother prays that I quit the life I lead Damn I try to change my ways, but these streets are callin' me And I love her
punk you said you gonna snap I ain't no heavyweight so demonstrate your plan to bust my grill I guess you heard it through the grapevine, that Norteno Woodie
You want to roll right drop yo Benz on twenty inches {B.G.} I get that noise out these busters anything I ride It's gonna have TV's in chrome on it wood
: deeply hidden in the deepest wood black is the night the owls are singing between the worlds the circle closes, the cycle of fire opens it's doors
: a new day, a new struggle, blank walls scream narrowness but I'm my own prison, go, run rush into the woods the vast unknown spurs on my will to fight
bud I dont need security, this old nickel enough I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs If you
lakes sigh The sough of the wind to hear The howl of the wolves sweet tune to her ear Wake Skadi, come patroness Guide me through your crystal woods
is my home my mind shows me The home that I will never see Small houses, carved in dragonheads and runes The smell of tar and burning wood Men and women
: A snowed in forest path With lament I dream of long forgotten times An image comes to my mind Of a young man riding through the frozen woods In his
for the risks that we take. Boys forget promises from both coasts. What would it take to get out now?Is this what they call the end? Are we sleeping on
, ain't nobody talking to a brother that's incomplascent ey we ran until he call us dawg like adam we fallin dawg and still he's callin dawg and sometimes
