Inspired by my dreamy golden voyages to the lands of my deepest desires. Enter its kingdom... Fear is conquering my body, touch my hand My soul of sorrow
disguise He's listening - the reaper For anthems - of death Now the scythe is sharpened You will meet your doom He's been waiting for so long Death
Vertaling: Blind Guardian. Enorme / die lied van die Dood.
Vertaling: Die Nasionale Volkslied van Holland. Tot die dood ons deel.
Vertaling: Aand. Enorme / Die lied van die Dood.
This is our last song We'll remember all of you Each and everyone of you
I never had a job on Wall Street. Never was a man of means. There's nothing social about social security. Never found no pork in my beans. I always did
Ashes and pictures The nations repentant The chain gang shepard playing chief of the station The theme song playing an anthem of ? The horrible fanfare
a nod and dig myself a dyin' young It?s like cool was the bop and the flair I kicks to my pools by the nap of their hair I'm pinnin' Uncle Sam for the death
back around again Where it all began, began, began, began From Then Till Now, From Then Till Now, From Then Till Now (repeat 2X) Singin holy anthems,
haze) Pone roll up there, ya heard me? Yo Slaam roll up there ya heard me? Okay Slaam It's like this, yo Yo, yo, blood money is the anthem, it's never
Yeah Why they don't get a nigga like me To sing the national anthem or nuttin? It's nothin Nokio (Flame, Nokio) Nokio give us a beat baby, some gangsta
ta-ta-tang, wa-ta-ta-tang, tang Listen to my nine millimeter go BANG! [sample - "Joe" by Jackie Moore] Does anybody know... Joe... [Fat Joe] This is death
flow Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash And get your dash on While you're chillin', with your homies and shit And how my niggaz kick the anthem
fade with a strange lust Dr. Strangelove, born in the back of the train, fameless shame Shared with acne pick brain pit Tried to capture the moment of subtle death
us for a ride. Placing life and death decisions in the hands of politicians, Poltroons playing judge and jury - like alcoholics in a brewery. This is our anthem
Crown him with many crowns, the Lamb upon his throne. Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own. Awake, my soul, and sing of him who
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas Engineer that, sick ass high 7 Just a trouble on my ting-ting Raider Ruckus Doc no More killa death trap Engineer that
