The thunder of the battlefield, The clarions call, bring down the wall! May the Empire's glory never fade, Righteous fury guide our blades, We march to
now once more! In the grip of a waking dream, I walk those restless sands again. Egypt... here my journey began, and here I took the first steps towards
barrier through which Angsaar could escape the incarceration of his Citadel at last. And as the Arch-Wraith soared the night-winds on its return journey
The memory grows dim, lost in the cruel, searing storm-winds. And now, at last... our quest is at an end. With the blessings of the elders we began our journey
's told, writin nuttin less than gold My journeys, I march through madness like atorneys Send you out on a gerdy talkin 'bout yo' eternity Can't stand it, search for your wind
with historical names transfer trucks are buffalos chewing up this desert road yes and i am nothing especially just an uptight man on a useless journey
dread A lot of weak are to weep and moan Only the strong will continue do you have it in you? Come we've got a journey to go And when the battle get sour
Twilightful reaping winds Blowing soul's execution Etheral massacre - sacrifice beyond Perpetual fiery - slaughtering void Embrace the wanderer to be
this journey again and again? We know it's just pain and lies, let's watch and feign surprise. Afraid to admit that it's all a facade and we wind up alone
dark and dread A lot of weak are to weep and moan Only the strong will continue do you have it in you? Come we've got a journey to go And when the battle
his son could know For we would never have marched so far To be food for a crow Every step we took today Our thoughts would always stray From the wind
no longer comprehend. Music primal and soaring Drumbeat of the universe Eerie cosmic winds singing The sighing of unborn stars. Focused to the ultimate point of trance I march
is Mobb Deep, and every line is sumthin, we have it [Down Low Recka] I don't move like the wind, the wind moves likes me You old school, I rhyme with
touch, I envy you So let the trumpet blare the funeral march [the mourners cry] The dried flowers fill the room with the scent of death On this night with the wind