with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes We gotta die but it's okay to cry Mothers strugglin' tryin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
never leave! Wasted Time Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your
Sky for those about to be. There am I waiting along the sand. Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea. Magus perde, take your hand from off the chain
events prolong Hidden by the mist, Insinuate what's gone your hand in mine We'll reach the sign of plains above us Your hand in mine Unholy times of
which was lost can be found in me if your distrust becomes troth. I will bestow you with riches untold, for I am your 'harvest-home' - I am your soul
paradise must be the Devils work." BROTHERS OF THE HOLY ORDER: "The clerical conspiracy begins, we shall wash away your sins- we have come to purify, to purge you of your
prey Under starless skies All love must die and fade away Take my hand, divine or damned Make a stand, seize the day Oh, yours or mine, damned or divine
Here All Of Mine Have Disappeared In This Slow Decay Of Time And So The Guilt Parade Is Planned With Empty Eyes And Heavy Hands Endeavoring For Reprimand
Your sad eyes never told me No paradise here for the lonely But I hold on, half a heart here in my hands Been so long, would you know me Who's holding
with me we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes We gotta die but it's okay to cry Mothers strugglin tryin to survive, reach out grab my hand
killa that's born to rise Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise Niggas want to advertise about how we get down You fuck around leave your body in the lost
Rape, maim, kill, flowers of no will Thy will - shall be your end Replace - replace the truth Become yourself - in a land Where no one dares to take your hand
taken, decisions never made All wrapped up in the memories of yesterday There?s no turning back the hands of time No regrets about your broken heart and mine
living in a zone of war It could be yours or mine but not for very long For now it's judgement's day, tonite it will be killed But maybe in your dreams
sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land We'll walk right up to the sun Hand in hand We'll walk right up to the sun We won't land
For making you mine Talking on the telephone sending you kisses A dozen of roses just to say that I am missing The warmth of your body right next to mine
Hollywood pays Uh, top dollar when I dip my Impala In front of the club, make your woman wanna holla (holla) At a playa though, what's your dude yo I
in the sky for those about to BE. There am I waiting along the sand. Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea. Magus Perde, take your hand from