Darkness, cold, wind, storm and fire Call the white wolf And the sacrifice shall begin Like a call from the deepest darkness
traveling through the dirt and the grime From the past to the future through the space and the time Traveling deep beneath the waves In watery grottoes and mountainous caves But, oh Lord
, TF Lords fit the fellies [Incomprehensible] and Kangol buckets, BVD's Go to Sergio's like, fuck it Seen the stamp on that Crazy Eddie Niggas coming back from
wants to meet with iraq And then maybe the u.s. A middle east expert here in new york has an explanation" [verse two - rockin robin] Deep in the
ain't gonna meet See, I am the one to call when things get deep And my Africans will put your main man to sleep Now, in Mexico far from the block Tryin
for this man of God Lord, you know the direction that your taking his life holy spirit Lord and you have a covern over his life Continue to bless him Lord
cold, cold darkness and confusion Quickly calling all of my illusions Now don't somebody tell me what's wrong Tell me what's wrong with me From within
on this track, now see his lungs from his back Cause he was sprung off the rack He didn't come with a strap Old dumb ass cat we run it up in him perfect contenders Six feet deep
now) All I ever wanted was a place to call my own Just a little slice of paradise and home I thank the Lord above for sending me your precious love And from
the street below these walls Where I used to walk Now I can barely crawl All this darkness rising tall Lord shine a light for me I'm waiting to be called
darkness Searching by the ruins Where the Arcadia Gates wait Old spirits call my name And show me the way of wizards Beyond of reality I'm deep in the
right there in front of me I was the reason For the perfect mess I covered up my failure and called it happiness I been untrue I been unkind Then you come in like the lightnin' from
there in front of me I was the reason For the perfect mess I covered up my failure and called it happiness I been untrue I been unkind Then you come in like the lightnin' from
. She thought it was her brother John, Returning from the cane; But who should it be but Lord Henry, Just from his wild hunting. "Get down, get down, Lord
tearing the heart Oh lord of this limbionic state take this prize we deliver to the gate Deep in the dark of the forest came calls of sound from the
Prophet to da P earsin niggas that wanna skrive with flows of horror I'm droppin like Steven Speilberg deep into da mound aint nuttin but killas up in da dark
Bitch I'm prophet for life Chorus (Lord Infamous) Never take her for the reasons of a killa Six dimensions Let the ammunition take you through The darkness