Vertaling: Antieke Wysheid. Op Die klip van Antieke Wysheid.
of light I'm your servant, your tool and son Accept my gift in this Cursed night Father, I give you my blood At the Stone of Ancient Wisdom I give
so incredible I go to the grave before I be a bitch, nigga Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas We the lost symbols speak in cryptic codes Ancient wisdom
of the beggars, the black sellers Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed and stoned And caused to roam the earth in service 'Cause they couldn't maintain at
will rise from its ashes to return again when the moon is darkened and the candleA's low and the mystic cold winds of old wisdom blow on the stones,
light Clutching at straws - Pits like jaws Martytize and observe Observe the crow Words are written Through ancient times Caused to scrolls Words are written Through ancient
fone Before the dawn of time Misty paths enlighten my way To seek the ancient wisdom Travel to the far beyond To unveil that carved in stone
king has fone Before the dawn of time Misty paths enlighten my way To seek the ancient wisdom Travel to the far beyond To unveil that carved in stone
Before the dawn of time Misty paths enlighten my way To seek the ancient wisdom Travel to the far beyond To unveil that carved in stone
to the brilliance of Blackeyes, feeling the warm embrace of your hand, memories like salt on a wound, dominate my new found spirit land. Seeking wisdom
gleam bright against the night sky, three more resplendently bedazzling than the others, their sidereal auras engulfing the stones...) And the central stone of the ancient
of Stones... There a torrent of viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient azure
to the Ring of Stones... There a torrent of viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient
unicorn to the Ring of Stones... There a torrent of viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient
the blue sun. And the green earth turns to flesh in your hand And the ether was born in the lungs of an ancient man We hallucinated at night. Our mind
thorns in scarlet like velvet worn About the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude I am alone thirsting for the dark that lurks beneath marbled stone
You must venture deep Into wells of fate Alone - in sorrow Where dreams become reality You must master the ancient arts Magic and mystery buried in stone
