good St. John As the AM waves the horn [unverified] You belong as much to me As a shipped steered to the sea As a ship steered to the sea You're the corner
Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh Hey, what's your name? Andre three thousand, the year to fear is already here Must look beyond
in the night, the demons arrived In the arms of the ancient beast Fire, death and fear The darkness spread their wings of death The horned one implore
where you begin? How shall I say, what shall I play? Shall it be you or the wild wind As Pan with the insane eyes Or with the wild horns Or when I am
.. In the ceiling.. Covering the floor.. Every corner saying goodbye cursing this world hailing death As I stagger in this world and the one beyond The
Right beyond the frozen lake of sorrow When they reached the ruins of Ayraklis Losing the will and conscience They fell down trapped into a deadly sleep
That's why we try to stay alive in hustlin But some of us die for nothing Try to clock on the block, that's horn it with boats on it With Ghetto Legends
We are the ones in the mist Are the darkness breed We pity the one with the horns And gaze at the hypnotizing starfire Without words we communicate Without
corners of this world we ride Victory or Valhalla we ride Our hate is justified In awe their faces bleed No bounds will break thy will Chaos beyond
risen The call from the silver horn to Visnech splits the air Warriors answered the horn behind the western lands Hoofs and steel hammered past the cries beyond
powerful shape Black warriors in a cursed land Are embraced by the winters dusk Unholy trinities form beneath the stars They shall return from beyond
a dream of a life He traveled the wide open road The blinkered arcade In search of another to share in his life, nowhere Everyone looked so strange to him They got no horns
my manhood For thine sexuality is untamed ans pure Satyr-king for centuries worshipped A legacy born in the bosom of man Lust beyond love, love beyond
Thats because you all are beyond my comprehension Ya mean I don't feel you And you don't feel me You're beyond mine And I'm beyond yours I kick it wit
dust, have now gone. For the lord of them will be the one that broke their wings, and kissed their horns Enslaved, and carrying the burden of the thorns. Beyond
of man which compels him to these tenebrous gates, seeking opiate dreams and the alluring embrace of oblivion... Know that I have cavorted beneath the horned
Black stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon... Fen-witch revel in ancient spellcraft, Beneath a horned and waning moon Enchantress, heather