have gathered beneath the oak, My soul encased in antediluvian steel, The shades of pallid night descend, To the ride the slime-flecked jewelled halls
shades of immortals guide me to the valley of silent paths... Black winds whispering 'cross the fens, In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires
Dancin' violet dreams During nights of satin fame Acting jewel games, all forgiven You streak my heart More than pleasure in ice cold flames Crying soft
on tour for you From the start, Thought was down by law for you Used to hit up every corner store wall for you We ripped shit, and kept it hardcore for you I remember late nights
Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jeweled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang That night
Everything is silent Night upon the rocks I'm over by the roadhouse With them rusted engine blocks A ghost town with a gold mine A pick axe in my head
you went platinum ? yeah that?s nice, now let me see you do the same thing twice New times, 4 times, then been a couple of more times, please your amateur night
is a hatchet Eyes is night visions, my nose east meets my enemy's coalition Face track animations, masta killa, pass my the God jewels so I could murder
are... Labyrinthine earth-world, old already as the tower rose, when the dust and stone rested heavy upon you... No sound echoed within your silent halls
she whisper 'honey, let's exchange numbers' Scene three: weeks of datin late night conversation In the crib heart racin, tryin to be cool and patient She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent
rap Attack, words bein' known to explode on contact Extreme at times blinded by my passion and fury Look at me laugh at my competition's flashin' my jewelry You'd stay silent
here And could tell much of places thou hast seen And battles fought for honours won and lost And how each service done a faerie Queen Becomes a brighter jewel
that's nice, now let me see you do the same thing twice New times, 4 times, then been a couple of more times, please your amateur night is show time It
Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head the cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs for now we congregate where once my angel sang That night