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of a silent past, the moon in silver cast
It's shine a vision quest, for us it gives no rest
Through the beat of time, the flowing waves of rhyme
We are guided

Don't worry 'bout a thing
Don't worry 'bout a thing

Yeah, on the rooftop
Surrounded by the stars and the view's hot (woo)
Ain't nobody thinking

the moons out, I'm a werewolf
So you better go get them search lights
Got a mean bark, and a firm bite
And a weed spark, and like errnight
I been on my

The last thing I recall are clouds
Shaped like a thousand grinning mouths
With gnashing teeth, seemed lashing out
To guard the Moon as she creeps

the field 'cross the street from his house
Picking him a bouquet underneath a May full moon
With aging eyes as misty as an early morning dew

I met him

to my jet black moon

And then you took me home
I felt so scared
I had to switch my shirt
And fix my hair
You told me I don't care
If you don't

All my life been stuck trying to get by
Oh my I've been fucked trying to get my
Shit up and at it, it's become quite a habit
As soon as things go

When I'm crawling through the night
God and Satan by my side
And I'm haunted in the dark
Sacramentum of the wild
Evil born as human child
Seed

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Wickr, Wolt, máma, jelly belly, yeah
Jsem největší swagger v týhle zemi, v týhle zemi

More, jsme ready, 2L, Die Mannschaft family (Gang)
A zmrdi by chtěli

I know how you feel
I can see you're blinded by the sadness of it all
But look a little closer, everything will be revealed
Look a little closer,

Remembrance still as clear as the sky
Blood for blood eye for an eye
A retribution

Rusty steel into the bone pierce the spine
One by one shatter

to refrain from light
Whren there is only darkness in sight

Embraced by the nightfall
The darkness came to me
Without descent of the sun

Before the flames

keep driftin' by
But when a saxophone starts moanin'
Well, the moon drops out of view
To bring a darker shade of blue

I hear a piano twinklin'

The pale moon lit a ragged passage ahead
Through crepuscular forests a creature fled
The scattered caws of pitch black crows
Their eyes reflecting

At night when the lake is a mirror
And the moon rides the waves to the shore
A single soul sets his voice singing
Content to be slightly forlorn