To take their ASP To let them bleed [Ref:] We are the children of the night (yeah) we dance on the grave ? We are the children of the night Of those
all To take their ASP To let them bleed [Ref:] We are the children of the night (yeah) we dance on the grave ? We are the children of the night Of those
: I search alone, dark the night, deep the blackest forest, down the devil's hopyard on my way from Salem I lit a fire Magical brimstone sparks ashes
s so strange when you know that You're a wizard at three? I said, "baby, this is meant for me, me, me, me." I heard little children were supposed
, and walk upon the earth Wizard's words ring true, death will bring rebirth Eternal lies in the serpents eyes Voodoo spirits walk alive Macabre sights in the Voodoo night
since we landed Sent my whole entire unit thinking we can win Against the Viet Cong guerillas there in Gia Dinh I didn't sign up to kill women or any children
When tales of wizards and black magic became reality When the period of never ending cruelty, the rulers just accept But the creatures of the night retired
beyond With a quest divine, an entity called Lond... With priests of the North, wizards ans swordsmen all bold Lond led these mortals where frosen death abode On a dismal night
with water (is) falling from the sky The wizard cried, the demon danced, sure they don't know why The desert storm takes over now the labyrinth of sin Holy nights
control device - overpriced to anybody! Then sold it to Bill Gates for eight billion, I bought the Empire State buildin', gave it to the children! Hold
small group of children Gathered round him there Who all were quietly listening Which for children is quite rare He was telling them christmas tales And each one brought more children
know That you're a wizard at three I knew that this was meant to be Now I heard little children Were supposed to sleep tight That's why I got into the vodka one night
[Reverse Messages:] Wizards, Witchdoctors, Sorcerers, Black Magic! God bless Mike E Clark, ICP, Twiztid, and most of all, all you juggalos and everyone
history of Blessing from its almost undiscovered tomb. So begins the story of Magica. It was a time of celebration. The Book of Magica and the wizards
I search alone, dark the night, deep the blackest forest And down the devil's hop yard on my way from Salem I lit a fire The magical brimstone sparks
[ verse 1: grand wizard dj ready red ] Can you take it? how can I be strong When I see many things in the world is wrong? You know the love in the hearts
sees your pain I know where the black flags fly, I know where immortals die I have heard the mountain giants tread I have seen the death of worlds, I know the wizards
At Lunarville 7, down at Airlock 3 There lives the old magician called Infinity Sweet father of illusion, child of the stone The Astral Wizard Master