Once in an age unknown - terrible wars were fought The ground covered with bodies - fallen in the battles of gods And the armies of the foul - like they
unknown Guided by the forbidden Grimoires of Necromancy They heard the Call of Cthulthu, loudly roaming in the Sky, nonesome trembling from below Spectres arose before them, terrible
million stories, 8 million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories Fresh kid and the stories complete Born on a dim lit ghetto street Father unknown
Is it time to choose ...yes, it is... We plunging in madness In the depths of madness Into the light in the end Of this terrible journey Guided
morning By a sleeper cell of rogue terrorists firing a Stinger Missile The Pilot and all passengers are unaccounted for The President's where abouts are presently unknown
unknown hands. For three full days and nights he did not emerge from the cave... until, at last, he rode forth from the eldritch mountain once more, a terrible
by unknown hands. For three full days and nights he did not emerge from the cave... until, at last, he rode forth from the eldritch mountain once more, a terrible
the livin' hologram Standing, with an opened mind Searching, the reason why You seek the future's key, all alone To another dimension, to the unknown
wished they never did Sometimes in life got bored and sad May have been gay and dressed up like a bride A great seducer, a horrible singer, an unknown
Rotten past in our minds, open the door of destiny. magic step to unknown truth is a secret of ugliness Rotten, grey memory brings the hideous recollection
, up into the tower of hell With a rope in my hand, I'm searching for the unknown land Father of the universe, here I come.. this place is terrible
may long remember How lovely was the wrold we had In the beginning... All except Father: Of all the gifts we have received One is most precious and most terrible
'll remember when I'm old an' gray, These words you'll remember when I'm cold in my grave." But I kept on a-ramblin' in that terrible band, Till I was
year, after the release of Black Seeds of Vengeance, I received e-mails containing the text of a work whose origins had until then been completely unknown
/ fan-blade their lips, cause their talka??s often petty/ cana??t break for shit but I can still rock and steady shock/ Stop the whole jam/ Walk unknown
The terrible noise of machine-gun fire Destroys the arctic silence A new generation of high-tech assassins Follows the footsteps of their ancestors Stranded
Into the darkness they crossed the marsh and entered the frozen cave a secret path was cut into the rock a labyrinth a twisted maze an unknown misty haze
dealing with a throw back Winnin like straight jacks, with a wide range of rhyme teams, my lyrics they bang like migraines Nigga my name, Tray the terrible