Lyrics:
the shores of Valinor
Our bows and crimson sails were made
Our captains were strong, our lances long
And our liege the holy king
The hills did turn from
a cooled down shadowland
A fitting survival by chance
Existence emerged unlooked for
Even in the plunge to darkness
In starlight and in immense depths
came for her ghost
Bedecked in drums and bones
Her death rattle sounded like the roll of a snare
And the pale parade king flickered on TVs everywhere
the shores of Valinor our bows and crimson sails were made
Our captains were strong and our lances long and our liege the holy king
Well the hills did turn
for the shores of Valinor
Our bows and crimson sails were made
Our captains were strong and our lances long
And our liege the holy king
Well
written in the stars that the
Old Kings forged
Built and fueled by blood and sweat
That burns an eerie crimson red
A rosy shade that
We've come to adore
king's disease
When men are lost
To death's dark lust
Where do we go
When red ascends
Crimson sunrise
Black and cold goes the night
Everytime the giants
King Anubis (The Vessel):
Nigga, this is King Anubis and I am your spirit guide
You can paint me as evil as you think you know me but can't deny I'm
my bidding, ward. Tarry not a moon!
Gunslinger-the Crimson King is ascending soon.
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They call him Eddie the Butcher
Likely sides with a big long knife
Demon arise in a crimson sky
King of the flies, he's immortalized
No compassion,
thoughts in the quiver
Crimson switchblades are floating downriver
Our convictions will forever outlive us
Grim Reapers, siblings and their keepers
K2
colors
It was red, yellow, green, brown
Scarlet, black, ocher, peach, ruby
Olive, violet, fawn, lilac, gold
Chocolate, mauve
Cream and crimson and silver
night by the Spanish Stairs
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Gonna wash my clothes, scrape off all the grease
Gonna lock the doors and turn my
perishing with kings and queens
Justice will serve our minors to feast
Rings of doom will curse us all one by one
Skin shining in front of the sun
Digging
The king had waited
His cold presence
Strained the silence
The moon turned away
It was too late
And so the eyes awoke
Hands tainted by blood
Treason rides
Antiques as old as seven weeks
They're only for Americans
The bed on which a king made love
Which there are sev'ral dozen of
The French pooh pooh, we
You consider 'em king, about to icing on cakes
Chariots cruise at tortoise speeds
Lay your bifocals on royalty
Longer than Sears catalogue
Stern
of Wexford
Showed Bookey's regiment how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, King George of England,
Search every kingdom where breathes a slave,
For
of Wexford
Showed Bookey's regiment how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, King George of England,
Search every kingdom where breathes a slave,
For
the bitter winds
Another flash; the sky is slashed; drops of blood
To portend, the fateful end; crimson mud
Scarlet signs you can't ignore
Omen for the final
to the Crimson King
There's lust and chaos within
As we gaze inside the abyss
Behold the... and the beast
Abide to the Crimson King
There's lust and chaos within
the house where you live
I stand at the door stained with crimson
Framed by the hands of the king
I won't forget the kindness you've shown me
You gave me
the shadows
Put 'em next to their King
Out of the fire and into the night
A handful of brave men appeared
Crimson thunder running through their veins
bare feet tread
I leave a trace of my existence
With my bitterness and aims
Surrounded by a cloak of haze
Lacerating and trying to wound my
Weary flesh
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