on her English shores Gone are the rustic summers of my youth Cruel winters cut their sacred throats With polished scythes that reap worldwide Pitch black skies and forest
's a downward track Into Lancashire and the cities black Where the rose was red and the cotton wove Where the chimney's hushed and the cotton mills closed
of liars To the river of death I also was sent The field of death I furroved I turned the soil black with steaming viper blood In a forest deep underground
search for sanity, but I think that it was lost again Now which stick of artists, can be the smartest My beam of sunlight shines the brightest in the forest
bastard Held fast in close casket, on the verge of collapsion Demolition derby, car crashing, heart smashed in Brutaly, I beast on beats, Broadstreet, Staten Usually I creep black
weddings On her English shores Gone are the rustic summers of my youth Cruel winter cut their sacred throats With polished scythes that reap worldwide Pitch black skies and forest
ne] No more speaking that black male oppressed shit! Full speed ahead, none of that retrogressed shit! Looks can be deceiving, know that seeing is believing! Black
apple going black Went up the mad river valley they never looked back Way up the mountain of a cam bell ridge Up an old logging rope across an old mill
carbon fourteen We work the black seam together We work the black seam together The seam lies underground Three million years of pressure packed it down We walk through ancient forest
On her English shores Gone are the rustic summers of my youth Cruel winter cut their sacred throats With polished scythes that reap worldwide Pitch black skies and forest
liars To the river of death I also was sent The field of death I furroved I turned the soil black with steaming viper blood In a forest deep underground