Lyrics:
I see war
And I see the earth, but I no longer see my heart
I feel the wind in my wings from the top of my mountain
Like a bird fleeing the storm
bring is soon
Holy War
Now face the storm
A Holy War
Brothers of metal know no masters
Metal's our religion
Take it to the grave
Rulers
Places, where we have no name
A man of no house is a
Man without masters to shame
Strangers, we're bound by despair
A clamor for glory
A throne deprived
been off on a journey to find myself
Maybe find my way back home
Been many an hour all by myself
In the darkest of nights
I was never ever alone
Always one more test can you be the one?
Face the march of time? All my work undone
Silver mountain climbed but silence is gold
So no more prattle prove
rough
This is the way I do "Power Controls"
War for the weak
Bed of rocks for the mediocre
The strong will thrive
The driven will drive
And
Power
Day by day
You take my friends away
Use them as your weapons
And let me trail behind
I'll just fight back
Even though there's no point arguing
To me,
truthers
Following religion
If you really went down the rabbit hole
By now you'd know that's all a fiction
No masters
No slaves
Not afraid
Full of rage
caged in, they see the dream we're chasing
Look at the war we're faced with, peep this hallucination
They know the youth are careless, look at us vote in
of time by the bombs in your mind
that tell when the war will begin
But if you have to shelter don't get taken in
where the admission fee equals misery –
Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee
Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride)
Good side, bad side
[Master P]
Til death do us
leaves by the thousands
I make out a figure in the midst of the wind
A venerable master mysterious as Yin
With a Yang-white beard he puts words
peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by Saint
illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping, their warm
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
through shit before
Civil war, whatcha calling me a nigga for?
I stay ready with a gun and a Machete
I aim steady by any means necessary
Livin' the high life, make your moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife
Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false
your place at the foot of the mountain
Hunted down
Running faster
Relinquish command of your fate instead of fight
Set alight
By the masters
Of the new
on a traveling stone
Magic wisdom our only home
As flesh impostors fight the master
Of forces to them unknown yeah!
Blinded by the power
Life spell
from the mountains you fly it goes over and
Over again
Soon we will know when your armies they show and they
Fight by our side till the end yea.
Giving
boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like erb, word (hey man)
You heard it here first with your master plan in reverse
I ain't the one with
Hero or God, doesn't matter
Your fate is the same in this night
Blood and guts they will splatter
And you will die by my sword
Ain't your typical
When I was 5, I wanted to be a Star Wars character
I would bounce around the walls and use the force to control all
Yoda would visit me and I would
Across all borders bringing disorder
We are Warriors of The World blasting Manowar
Men of war with souls that are battle-born
Sworn to hold strong even in
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