Tekst:
Warriors The Shadows Of Birth

We will not waste words.... Unfulfilled, Insatiable thirst. Another way (Another way worth seeking light From the Shadows of Birth BReak my fall The

The place lays phased like a warrior slayed Engraved into the space with his sword still raised Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways Praise relays

er become a slave to this Child's beck and call For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed

The place lays phased like a warrior slayed Engraved into the space with his sword still raised Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways Praise relays

his dress in deep blood A grumbling sound penetrate through the clouds Of the warriors who once exist.. the great... "one" gods! A flame - red shadow

Chorus* [Verse Three] [Lord Tariq] 'Ey-yo I be the Bronx narrator, recitin' my ghetto stories To mah playas, from the smallest to the tallest category While you got shadow warriors

The place lays phased like a warrior slayed Engraved into the space with his sword still raised Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways Praise relays