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c mile frae Pencaitland on the road tae the sea stands a yew tree a thousand years old, and the old women swear by the grey o' their hair that it

as the Eiffel when I puff in that ganja
I got an old soul but not an old timer
I lost a dime just to get something finer

'Spose that I'll get over it now
I show

for Aurora
My shout out and prayer for Aurora
This is my prayer for Aurora
My cry-out, let me stop for a minute

Navy Petty Officer John Larimer

VERSE
drivin the 13
drivin the warren
the road is clean n old
but oh so borin
i used to call you on the trip
give you updates n shit
tell you bout

the word made flesh we don't hangman
I can't save my life unless I lost it all
Kicking it with Mathew, Luke, and John but I feel like Paul
Aye aye
They say

twelve-gauge for a cane, for good old Doc to wield
By three o' clock that Wednesday, down Freemont street they came
And found them cowboys arming up, of which

with with the designs  
Of Louis Sullivan
And died taking pictures 
When the old Stock Exchange caved in 
His mangled body 
Was discovered by a crew
But

and get another loaf
I'm living life and y'all living broke
Y'all getting passed on the lies you told
That's a damn shame, you too damn old
To be frontin'

Father figure strained by allegation

Good intentions means less than ever now
Goodbye sweet young thing

Nick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals
Stephen

get caught in the rain, I'm just a lost soul, with a crossbow and Clint Eastwood's poncho, in a showdown with the grim reaper, I'm going in like an inn

Souls, Exposed By The Dark Side. I Ride For The Have Knots, Many In My City. Hear The Bullet Shots, Young Seeds, Shocked By The Discovery, Dead Bodies In

make it out the HOOD mana kill a motherfucker tell his mother to take this shlong
Fear old men in a life where u die young don't wanna get buried by by

Moved the cloth and lit the lantern
Can't know this old rock too well
The deeper we go the unreal grows real
The things we've seen will carry 'til

gotta go 
We not goin That’s on soul
No stoppin 
Once these  Wheels Done touch the Floor 
Neva fold Neva told 
Bikelyfe Livin bold 
Gettin out Even in

You live in A Lazarus Soul
In the Dubliners' songs of old
And the Pogues
The art that never grows old

You Live in
Fireworks at the prefabs
Cash for

Soaked by some juicy limes
None of us are Noah
We don't live a 950 year Lifetime
Because of what Jesus did Am I fine?
I don't know We'll see after I repent

two years later it's a whole new you
Yeah, your dad in your eyes and that shit go through
Hit me in my soul so bad, don't know what to do for shit, damn

Uh lex With The Records
I go by the name Passport Rav
And what it sound like?

I realize a lot of niggas
Got positions from proximity
No talent

yah? I don't see you
Disappear like John cena kapoya
Hit it with the kung foo
Bitch you want to eat that dick? and suck it all food?
Soul food
Soul track

a natural y'all ain't
In my scope like long range
I'm up to something I'm in the oven like mom made Cookies
Old habits John- Wait
That's die hard And you

thoughts, Sheol where the pain sits
We're our own savior when the souls in need of maintenance
Let the pain wither away, then I make it's resting place,

Divine Language, unknown to the strangers
Past present and future, fast slow and still
His Divine Will, shall reveal the real, for real
John Paul

The Throne of Tragedy

Arcturus

La Masquerade Infernale

1997

Based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren,
Is translated by the undersigned,
And hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg
Hear!
From

La Masquerade Infernale

Arcturus

Disguised Masters

1999

[based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren]
[is translated by the undersigned, and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg]

Hear!