reside on my throne and behold: Stone after stone shaped to become the construction of my invincible fortress. "Behold my imperial rise - godfather in heaven... I will create
flames, compressed existent space. Whenst I was born, in a time when only the hand of fire ruled, I was marked with a cruel extraterrestial sign. I
- I create Prosper until death becomes the words of war All that you have heard - All that you will find Weakness by corruption - Pollution of the mind Death by my say... cruel
in a world of consumption Arisen in blasphemy Mutilation I need Consume souls eternally For my torment they will bleed [Incomprehensible] Realm of dark throne Netherworld of doom Cruel
The city is calling everybody is searching for the keys To all the prisons that the cruel and kind intention can create The boys and girls of winter gather
dialog is half created out of our own words We like the texture and pretend that this we haven't heard It's up to here in cruel defense another loss
stands on the islands of stone It is surrounded by dark waters Centuries on it's place For centuries more it shall do the same It's history so cruel
The Rudiments] breakin' out the old wailing paddle pull the splinters out of your skin ice your knuckle, vow revenge corporal rule, teach it cruel
system - they'll teach her how to look System, system, system - they'll teach her all the tricks System, system, system - create another victim for their
Comes the secret held deep in the psyche Restless vision the pain of regaining The truth in the message What we all are descendants of creatures So cruel
is a dry blood beast Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine Amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying O great creator
The second album full of same old songs. Fighting back against a system which is cruel and wrong. Yet another battering ram against a wall of power. A
At the midnight hour you can feel the minutes fade Licking wounds from yesterday, bracing for tomorrow's stage I create these monsters, seems like every
bait, well Beenie Man yuh great Survival of the fittest and the vibe I generate And people give me money for the style that I create Even to this date
families that cry World on fire You expect me to believe that you shoot and kill in the name of peace? You fuel the hateful twisted minds of the wretched, cruel
You've been created from an image of God You've been created in an image of love You've been created, you've been created You've been created, you've
reality Splayed out in a pool Of self immolation Still connected by a twisteed spinal cord Unsuccessful in dividing Fused together by a cruel creator
