Words and Music by Fred Small Copyright 1994 Pine Barrens Music (BMI) Awake arise all you who slumber Daylight is driving the stars from the sky Every
(Krayzie) Raw, raw, raw. . . Retaliation is a must, nigga The enemy must suffer the muthafuckin' consequences Deadly. . . Yeah, I want all of these
Krayzie Raw, raw, raw...retaliation is a must, nigga. the enemy must suffer the Muthafuckin' consequences. deadly{gunshots, ticking} Yeah, I want all
They eat what the waters yield - no fear of any enemy She'll be your wings - she'll be your love She'll take you to the stars above She'll make you
I'm lost in the depths of his eyes I can't flee Inner pain caused insanity It's deep within The fear and the hunger Enslaved and denied By my love and my enemies
It came from the skies Iron of the Flaming Star Remade in a time of sorrow To cast the grief I shall ablaze the skies As I lay down my wrath Upon your
We just put sleeping bags right down in the weeds The ground was covered in thorns But the ground was dry and the ground was warm And we could see the stars
dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deady nightshade Still warmed with the kills of afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars
Distant vistas Swathed in the haze Of the reddening sunset Fell to whispers 'Neath stars that marred descending skies From the cusp of midnight mountains
a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deadly nightshade Still warmed with the kill's afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars
A lithe supremacy I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies Impaler Lord Flesh upon the sword My lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war I am thirst, spearheaded hunger
commandments I floss with diamond teeth, SCUBA dive on a private beach Billy Idol smoke chronic with Cheech I cut your tongue out for talking against me My enemies
spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do Came in with my style, so I fathered you I kept changin on the world since "...Barbeque" Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung
it Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves Victims of wordly ways, memories stays engraved All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers The young hunger
[Vocals by Trey Azagthoth * Music Created in 1984] Sacred night on the Eve of May We gather before the stars Taste the Hunger of the Fire Vastness of
? The hunter's at your tail, he calls for victory with hunger in his eyes. As the welkin embraces his stars to a shimmering nightly play, the arch-enemy
heaven and straight to hell Consumed by power and hate The embodiment of evil Once he was the morning star [Solo: Glenn Rogers] The first enemy of