more time to be set free from all this sadness And one last time to be the one who understand My soul and my spirit will go on My soul and my spirit will go on
in my last testament and my hidden scrolls See my icon straight faced with a torn robe A beard and some cornrows The whole globe hears when I perform my
bustin my gat And I'm wanted by y'all, and my niggas know that 'cause once they fire, my niggas shoot back And straight up on some real shit, I'm a lyrical
Spirits show me every place First one sleeps inside his bed Place my fingers on his head To each temple, push and smother Till my fingers touch each other
Marana - the spirit Come, now it's time I'm slowly losing my strength Demon's evil temptation Demon's conflict I live on top Of a huge tower Someone has
order Now let my spirit go Will you remember the old rule And will you fulfill this sacrifice? Done for the future, space for the new How will it end
don't say "when." Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens, Mix the punch, drag out the dickens, Even though the prospect sickens, Brother, here we go again. On
Dragon's Spirit:] I am the Spirit of the Last Dragon I live inside this ship I've been waiting for centuries For a pure of heart My honour's to serve
on his right.. [Hook] Death is a another part of life.. These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally bleeding Angel of death dragging
on his right. [Hook] Death is a another part of life.. These are my last words, I'm having difficultly breathing Dying on the inside, internally bleeding Angel of death dragging
Go tell the Sheriff John Roland Woods found Jesus Now he's livin' at the foot of the cross He testified on the main drag this evening Said his gonna spread
ride The Dragon will kill the Slaughterer, the Undead King I'm waiting for the last war, in the Deep Forest Catching my breath, brandishing my blade, my spirit will go on
mortal Grant me the spells to raise the dead When all is lost and all is won How does on go on? How do I go on? And so it is written In the ancient
Whenever I feel I cannot go on At a point when all my spirit is gone I know what gets my head up high again When I see the world with troubled eyes
I'm terrified to look beyond the threat, I kill ambition while I can. I'm cold, I drag the beauty, black confetti swept away, Stumbling, we go blindly marching on
To merge the week for all its got To get my shoddy rotten ribs stick, forgot my ribs I got a lil' something called a spirit crisis on my skull And it'
Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Counting bodies like sheep Go back to sleep Go to sleep [x14] Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Go back to sleep
fire. On the third day I will evoke the spell of Restoration. United we shall return to Blessing and, armed with the strength of Magica, we will be triumphant
