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And I think I just heard Victor yell, more wood, more wood, more wood

Right here at Base Camp, a party you don't want to miss
We're up here at Base Camp,

Death of Manolete

10,000 Maniacs

Hope Chest: The Fredonia Recordings 1982-1983

1990

Poles of wood 
The Picadores stood eyes ablaze 
To view brutal contest 
In the vale of years 
Courage unfailing 
Agility exhausted 
Youth entered

heart, it shakes in this wood that listens
Come, angel, guide my hands again
When crack these masks, their faces will show
Incarnation of sin, what right

a punch line than a cunch line
You see, tryna find a shot that's a tough grind
You spot one by spot one on the front line
When the race gets tekky I've

The Rescue

Caught in a green draped forest 
Strength through the daily chorus. 
Eyes in wood are watching me 
The weight of the night is crushing

Next year, a heap of wood at the bottom
Nearly two hundred people blown up by men for whom massacres are right
Night, darkest night, pitch-black night

Friends know me, by my first name Victor 
Santiago, half-black, half-mohondo 
Dominicano, people like pope hinquihando 
Me and Tone from T-N in the B-M

Bloodrocuted

Dethklok

The Dethalbum

2007

You've been targeted in the night
By violent mercenaries.
Your identity's been confused
With one that looks like you

You're a simple man living

Friends know me, by my first name Victor 
Santiago, half-black, half-mohondo 
Dominicano, people like pope hinquihando 
Me and Tone from T-N in the B-M

Hello from the other side 
It's D-Y-N-E 
Die die die 
A man that can do both 
Wrong or right 
And be the victor by landslide 
Majority rules on all

The hen and the hawk I watched in the green wood
Grapple and screech just as their mothers told them they should
And as the victor the hawk himself engorged

at the rattle of javelins
Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail 
He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood
The arrow can't make him flee his

killa
Psycho psycho murda killa

Psycho murda killa
Lock the mosberg in the bimmer
Church wood splinter in my hand I got the sinner
Glock nineteen open

Even if ya haven't
I know you Understand
Apprehension is Apparent
By the way we all not caring
How the cameras keep on rolling
While they shooting down

it, my niggas precedent
Gettin head in the whip, but not crashin it
Monster Kode, gang related like OJ
Friends know me, by my first name Victor

and honor
It's a metaphor to show you humble
Protect and serve
Turn the locked up and kill
William Chapman, Alex Christian
Brandon Gland, Victor LaRosa

her to get ready for her replacement
Smoke his ass down like a wood bitch i stay baking
Got that all black on like a motherfuckin' Freemason

I just