Lyrics:
Elder King
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Valar/Maiar - I am impregnable
Secret fire, new life for war
You seek silence, impossibility is never assured
Mere mortals will be
into your country and shall make war against you, we shall take you and your wives and your children and shall make slaves of them and we shall take away
the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces
to the Lord by reason of my affliction
Hear my cry from your holy mountain plead blood from your fountain dispersed at the crucifixion
Peep my pulp non fiction
the war
You could talk to God, go banging on his door
You can throw your hands up
You can beat the clock
You can move a mountain
You can break rocks
a fine mountain
The master was no longer Gwar's sovereign
Of wealth and women they had none to gain
What goal was left for them to attain
So Oderus did
walks to the Mountain of
Doom
He must go through the Black Gate, or pass of Cirith Ungol
At the Helm’s Deep, war is raging
Now when the wall has
Ochre, ivy, brick, and leather-bound books
Built up by heavy locked crooks
With unburdened minds of bastardized Darwinian logic
Projected
Ochre, ivy, brick, and leather-bound books
Built up by heavy locked crooks
With unburdened minds of bastardized Darwinian logic
Projected
I’ve never had a chain
But I just own all my masters
I never went by the book
But I could quote all the chapters
I know the before and afters
Lies
Did I
Imagine,
Mistreasure,
Drown the
Mountain
Top
Of
Our
Love?
I tried
To face
The
Fears
Hold
Those
Tears
For
The
Mountain
Top
Of
Our
Love.
Don't
I want this change, but these people don't
These bitches mainting the status quo
They hangin' all over the master's role
Holding that power's their
We're moving the mountain, yeah
Never learned to play the part
I broke the plans by givin' it up
Yet not defined by what I've done
For finite, for
the middle of the
ice mountains is
a tear drop continent
surrounded by burning lava
in the middle of this continent
is the city of angels
is where the good
[Master P] (Mack 10)
Third ward New Orleans. To Inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world nigga.
Mack Dime. (What's up my nigga?)
the other one lacks it
Guns are power controlled by assets owned by financial forecasters
Who are the masters? They are the gangsters, they are the bankers
the war
You could talk to God, go banging on his door
You can throw your hands up
You can beat the clock
You can move a mountain
You can break rocks
Hold it
Hovering over
Looking over the shoulder
Suspense suspect
Who got next game
Hanging us by the necks
Hold onto your purses and wallets
and break you apart
By stealing your energy, playin' their part
Then go to stickin' your name on the cross
God be with me, I'll take you to war
I'm one
the hound, storm the castle
Harvest war, seed the rancor
Souls for gold, grin and plunder/Defile, blaspheme, creator, Master over me
Mud the ash, flame
rifle
There are many like it but this one is mine
My rifle is my best friend
It is my life
I must master it as I must master my life
Without me my rifle
the genre is your primary mission
A ghost's shadow the master of stealth
Behind enemy lines I gather intel
Ice cold steel as in Winterfell
By now you know I'm
my big black boots.
Living off the earth eating herbs and fruits.
The children await me by the mountain in the river.
And gather round the fire for
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
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