the ice and hail To untamed lands we sail No sea shall vanquish our fleet Our army knows no defeat Our dragon masts pave our trail To untamed lands we
Our skies are forever black Here is no signs of life at all For burning spirits we are Consuming your small universe Slowly but surely No one believes
world Creation, the Great Song There's a land beyond the great sea The final place of real harmony To the shores of a far-away realm Those lands my
Well, I hate Nathan Bedford Forrest He?s the featured artist in the devils chorus And damn they?re looking ugly to me Damn they?re looking ugly to me
(Chorus - 50 Cent) It ain't easy to make money (Whoo) So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh) You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
late to regret. Wandering the labyrinth of tears Scaling the pyramids of despair, The gods have now decided my fate I have to go through the seven lands
From the depths of the ocean Came the spawn of the deep From the wratch of Poseidon Tritons rose from the sea Fire and rain from the Heavens Triton waves
This song being a traditionnal one, lyrics may vary. Michael, row the boat ashore Hallelujah (x 2) Sister, help to trim the sails Hallelujah (x 2)
Beyond there lies the Archer Lost in lawless lands Onward rides the archer Along in lawless lands Some say power reckons from beneath the ancient sands
of nightmare, as a sign I summon the iron powers, cavalry of my brothers From the land of armageddish fields I am the bard of eastern lands... I lead
breath of nightmare, as a sign I summon the iron powers, cavalry of my brothers From the land of armageddish fields I am the bard of eastern lands...
cold north carried on the wings of waves no one knows the cult bloody acts were only a legend... eternal hate and horned sodomy came to the lands of
'll honor your soul Laid down, something more beautiful I'm tempted to rewrite it all This time I know I'm going In straight lines to bad lands I'm leaving
I see my mom and dad's wedding pictures Hanging in the hall That picture of happiness tries to sell it But it doesn't tell it all It's been 22 years
How gentle was the breeze that surrounded the way How loud the sea's roar on the four winds everyday Sharing love, wounded gifts from ancient long ago
many dreams, not enough schemes And a bike with no gears to ride With the wheels going too slow So, you tell 'em: "I'm leaving London for Lands
So when the day broke they gathered 'round the golden stones, so carried forth from the days that stole the forest, then took the stand from the first
Come ye hunters all and heed my bey: Would you ride before the break of day, through woven woods in elven lands, to find the starry-jeweled hand? Beware