Lyrics:
For the lord destruction is always blind
By bliss of pain I move the spirit
Into oblivion calls I will never hear it
An ancient voice calling from
the men of the oaks
Four serpents united and became one circular serpents, just one in the ancient nemeton
Where each man was near his stones
of the chasm, it's the calling of the ancient one.
It essence is no longer hostile as before, it being embraces all the dark.
It voice cries out my presence, in
by a lil' reefer
My Beats Pill speaker
And my 200 millilitre Hennessy
I hit ya lil' chica told that bitch to "Ven aqui"
Then proceed to bend her
They say "Drink and be merry,
Take the bull by the horns."
I keep seeing visions of you, a lily among thorns
Everything looks a little far away
drive-by (spin the block)
Run down on 'em, no drive-by (there he go)
Cold-hearted niggas trap where they eat
I want all the smoke, look at my demeanor
I
""Oh goddess of golden hair
your smile to me is the dawn
Woman from the ancient lands
Bless the earth, in the voices of the north winds!
I drink
fun
He's not the one
Don't sully yourself
Before your God
But do your duty
By your husband, Todd
And I say
Don't pay them heed
If marriage was good
the mighty voices of the peoples.
(Therefore, dearest friends,
Standing in the awesome glory of this holy light,
Invoke with me, I ask you,
The mercy of God
unsated displayed and inflamed by caging in the chase
Of ancient anxious contagions deranged as pagans on the page
Paid to stave off and flay the unfavored
preservation I diagnose is my condition
Conflicted by these visions of
Living with my addiction
Convicted by religion this planet
Is heaven's prison
This my
Days are passing,in auto pilot, in my body I feel
immersed in this inertia
Letting time pass by cause I got a lot of things that work out for me
in
He had the voice of an angel
And the face of a saint
And though they fell behind him
I knew what it was he meant
His eyes where full of demons
On a night so long ago
By the light of one bright star
Two weary travelers far from Galilee
Took refuge in a stable
Where a little child was
to wear the white robe of the man
In that painting by Böcklin that I love
Then a strange form of sorrow welled up
In the boat where they bade him farewell
It's dangerous telling you all the secrets
Cuz they hide em for a reason
20 years of knowledge
Still I'm like child with it
Only barely teaching
the wild unbroken
Those eternal voices tell us love will set us free
I saw the stallion run along the riverbed
With the eagle overhead
And then I
horns comin' outta his head
And a basket on his back was full of little kids
Trapped inside by a wicker lid
I said what the hell man, let those kids go
up and think about you and I hope you think so too
When will it stop, this space-like exile
Without your love, your voice, your smile
To remember is
How do you block the sound
Of a voice you'd know anywhere?
Oh, I really should have known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your
How do you block the sound
Of a voice you'd know anywhere?
Oh, I really should have known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your
When I was 12 I was angry and bored
Found music by Green Day and Faith No More
It was different than other stuff hitherto heard
But the difference
and honey
If I could, I would weave the incense, smoke of ancient temples like a cloak about your shoulders, the rich and Simple cloth shot through with
a voice in the dark
Speaks about an ancient magic
I want to hear it but no one speaks more
Here the echoes of the time
Here the passage of sound
cnd then
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