Should I never roam anymore, I'm on journey, silently the moon whispers Words I'll be recalling Miles away lies the unknown fate Through dwarven lands
body; this is my blood From these dying whispers of a dying life I weave the Redeemer's darkest dream, A wish to conceal the promise of fate Shall I
GATE OF YOUR HEAVEN I SPIT ON THE WAY YOUR COMMANDMENTS TELL JUST LIVED A LIFE CONCEALDE MY HATE YOUR POOL OF WISDOM IS NOTHING BUT A LIE MISLED TO BLIND FATE
me, My beliefs, And thus I see mine as a just cause, Full knowing my compensation has it's flaws, Aware of the fact that I am just a man, Accepting of the strength and wisdom
, this age is mine. Ye have spoken in my ears in fearsome words, oh, ye have threatened and cried in vain, Thy fate my servant, death my fame, the one
Purple winter night Veiled my darkened soul While my tired eyes Close at evening's call Golden river flow Cross the land of fate There where lies the
Green shades of the elven wood Covers her face so pale Those eyes like a stars in the night Her hair like a golden flame Gods of wisdom and fortune Have
my soul is rotting. What have I become? I can hear the screams of her earlier victims so clearly now. With a shake of my face I awoke and saw my fate
Three miles east he found a molten gate Entered through it into the unknown in fear Enchanted his horse carried him to his fate Across moors not to walked
bed at night The wisdom of ages, the lies and outrages concealed Time, it waits for no man, my future it is revealed Time, it waits for no man, my fate
tasted the wisdom of divinity and the horror of its sting And though they tell you i am lost and their words report my death is come the fates have
three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change And niggaz fame, as the world turns Though I walk through the valley of hell the shadow follows me Wisdom
our kids But the battle ain't over till the black man sings words of wisdom But the battle ain't over till the black man sings words of wisdom Nightmare