had to leave, from the Earth I was banned Chorus For years I have travelled in the dark and endless space, cast out from the human race For vengeance I'm yearning
At the root of revolution there must exist a love of life in it's purest form, life with total freedom. For how long can we stifle our yearning for
Well, I was driving lonely No passenger to hold me Ambition drove the appeal Keeping up with the burning Race the world as it's turning Stay focused
know, when the wind is high, And the storm gods race, and I'll be snugged up by my fire-place. Maybe feeding my little dog, or playing with my little cat. But unconsciously yearning
need Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse He's racing and pacing and plotting the
serengeti fefetti and lucaccini Chuck Taylor down in a beanie, the kill genie State the state and face the face crop the bass The rap the race the rhyme
. Restore the balance Between thinking and feeling Open up and let it flow No side has won Struggle to...survive Our quest here is done 2085 All our hopes have disappeared Our race
of gruesome ruination give them sweetest delectation Glowing freaks of putrefaction seek a ghoulish satisfaction Killers with a single mission yearn
all fours to go... An ebon Nemesis From torture gardens of Dis Having never breathed an Eve As far narcotic as this Two spellbound hellhounds Hearts pounding loud Racing
all fours to go An ebon Nemesis From torture gardens of Dis Having never breathed an Eve As far narcotic as this Two spellbound hellhounds Hearts pounding loud Racing
sin Ritualist Incubation and isolation Ritualist A new storm is brewing Away with obstacles to progress Those deficient in ambition to prosperity Yearning
drawings Prehistoric or religious Your accomplishments prodigious Seeking out the perfect tone Your language so clear Your voice perfectly turning As in the city I sit yearning
Back to the holy lands Where our souls yearn Across the barren waste Through the mists of space From sun to sun Who will win the race We are bred for
[Music: Magnusson Lyrics: Magnusson, Heidgert] "We yearn for the battle and the glory...but my heart doesn't stray from home... We're joined by the dwarves
thoughts, obsessing me Void of any uncertainty Throughout my very soul Lost illusions of my control Resisting all hope of letting go Racing impulse
arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those who seek eternity For those who yearn
confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those who seek eternity For those who yearn prosperity From this single
Souls are but small giblets please death care for more? In my anger ten more pills shall I gather seven hills? Lock the horns into place call upon the human race