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I see a pattern begin to form in the dead of night, my soul reborn With hopes that a sense of purpose and love will descend upon me from the eyes above
You'd be better off dead Fists are raised in protest again Wont be so long until the fire begin Because the last time the hate will rise Will bring an end
never sleeps [Chorus] [Ras Kass:] Now what came first, the chicken or the egg? [God:] Armageddon [Ras Kass:] A arm a leg a leg a arm a head Headin in
to end like everyone. Let the night begin, the fall of darkness washes my sins, the rising moon will pick me up to find an opened mind.. Let the night begin
take the rough Why do you have to die to be a hero It's a shame a legend begins at its end Why do you have to die if you're a hero When there's still
will fight A new kingdom a new freedom call Revenge has begun Years full of silence anger misery and pain An evil nightmare cold of darkness A new beginning comes a
fates are sealed Murderous power brought to an end Only to rise again Cold and rust less and iron will Protectorate of the dead A thorough sweep prelude
prey on heart Eats away at a growing void A peace that weakens the spirit A war that needs a world Grant me the power to rise from mortal Grant
to God? God never sleeps. Chorus Ras Kass: Now what came first, the chicken or the egg? God: Armageddon. Ras Kass: A arm a leg a leg a arm a head. Headin
its an American invasion. 1984 after twelve weeks the striking miners still Battle on and in Brighton the P.M. and cabinet narrowly Escape death as an I.R.A
end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour And the weak will flee or
Revenge they swore And begin to hunt him Loki spent days as a salmon in waters Or as himself in a house Once the gods found Loki hiding In a river When
May prove to be an evil pilgrimage Something had happened beyond her control A moment of madness unfettered a soul That would relish a freedom denied once before By a
all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land The crimson birth
people want to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck 'em A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya Boy
you're dead. RICHARD A. Artie! ARTIE It's a year to begin a new life Buy a place somewhere quiet, somewhere pretty. When you have a young kid and a
Beyond you, beyond me Shadowland, a place of beauty A world eternal Where wonders will never cease to be A bed of nails or a bed of roses Your life can end