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Rebel Meets Rebel (Rebel Meets Rebel) · Rebel Meets Rebel [Clean] (Rebel Meets Rebel) · Rebel Meets Rebel (Rebel Meets Rebel) · Rebel Meets Rebel (Rebel Meets Rebel) · Evanescence (Evanescence) · Evanescence/Ellipsis (Scorn) · Evanescence [Deluxe Edition] (Evanescence) · Evanescence (Evanescence) · A Tribute to Evanescence [Tributized] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Evanescence [Deluxe Edition] (Evanescence) – and 90 other albums »


with the blood of their kin,
Tow the bell for the Rebel's goodbye

In the dark heathen barracks of failure where the tormenters wait for the night,
Gathered in this hellish pit my domain
This world of sin, rebels dome
Rebels raving with violent rage
Marching at the dawn of no return

Rebels
All that we love and care for will sink into the abyss into a dark 
Age made more sinister and perhaps more protracted 
By the light of perverted
centenarian history
Come back forever giants, philosopher messiah

Seated on the Father's right
Might of the universe, rebel equal to god
Born dead deicide
By
(Steve G Swindells)

Random faces populate dark of pockets of my brain,
Lonely tortured heroes with dark eyes all full of pain.
People crying out for
The dark side of the force
They'll never join

Star Wars, the rebel fleet is on the way
Star Wars, they have come to save the day, Star wars

A new hope is
on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
he wears 
Blinded by obsession. 
Wars are won by those who dare 
The memory still haunts him. 
Remember the heroes 
Who fight for the right
to the hopeless
Newborn messiah or the devil incarnate?
Surrounded by a field of lost souls
These feeble minds - so easy to control

Salvation
Damnation
It's
my heart
Blood in my sword - life ends...
The flame of hate is my way
From the dark - in attack - evil calls!

Warriors from the past call my name
hair
The tall dark man who fought by his side
Lay dead beside him there
Well there was was no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
the words that her
carry our fleet
Blackness of the sky is the shelter of our storm
Our rights paid dearly with our lives ago
Rebel souls
Our names are swords of hatred
Our
Angels fall all for you, heretic
Demon heart, bleed for us
(My soul is yours, dark master; I will fight for you)
Dark Master within, I will fight for
understand anymore

Lead me by the hand to your door

Once more

Take the wrong from right

This dark and Northern night

And I don't understand anymore


La
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
Revolution, we're the solution
We're gonna take it to the overload
Rebel radical retribution
We're here to get what we are owed

[Chorus]
I
standing by
When flesh and blood are threatened
What are you willing to kill for?

We seek to understand
We cry with head in hand

The bridges we
the retinue of angels weak
Shone to the few who me would seek

A rebel I was, radiant my glow, afar,
My wisdom fathomed by the morningstar

And O you
on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
More calm than a heartbeat that flat lines
Quiet like a dark street under the moonlight
A phrase of action that's been screamed by the guts of men,
the dark abyss I'ma hit you wit dis

If you can't swizzim then ya bound to drizzown
Passing out life jackets bout to go didown
Get down with the captain
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
Revolution, we're the solution
We're gonna take it to the overload
Rebel radical retribution
We're here to get what we are owed

I think my
Uh, what up ya'll
Soundtrack what's poppin' baby
Ya'll ain't know
I go by the name of
Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that 1st & 15
Yea
And this one
the dark

Yeah, Radio man I'm talking to you
And you machine beat junkies
That have locked your doors
Will get diseased by the rock-n-roll whore
If I dared