A lonely boy, a handful of dreams Cold wind blows through a heart wired-in Open skies he would explore No there ain't no mastery Of a passion and a deep
to decent society. Fuck them. I hope we are. What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them their voice? For fucks sake,
they do? There's so many of us, yet we let them have their way As this moment they're plotting and planning We've got to rise up to take their power
tiny flowers Wooden huts or ivory towers Centuries or hours Dark are the winter days Holy in many ways Vaults of time unshaken Whilst as through them
song of greeting written for your tragic end So long our stride the world doth tremble with fear Black winds blow where we ride near Maim and kill them
silence of wintery nights, spirits herald. The wind comes The light looses significance, throughout the night Owl singing the dead song inside the forest of dusk uncontrolled desire rising
the walls rise above the Zuiderzee Long ago, I used to be a young man Now dear Margaret remembers that for me Now the winter whirls the windmills in She winds
is young In a moment it will be aging. And high above the pines I wrote several lines And left them in a bottle For you to find. Now the dream is rising
stand and and let It all be And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment to make an honest Stand But they wind up wounded, not rightly
y'all cook crack I'm cocaine, throw me in the pot, I rise to the top With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more pegs Stil put them holes in yo
you hear? I hear them call her name, misSunderstood She's unpredictable and... How can she...begin to try? Misunderstood so many times...so many times Rise above, rise
Bloody red glow came into sight to brighten Dance darkness of night up Gods gave rise to a new war! This was is not just a war Today brothers kill each
become my eyes And the wind become my hearing Let them guide us through These pitch-dark mornings May the snowfall end And the shining moon rise So
Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee Long ago, I used to be a young man And dear Margaret remembers for me The windmills swirl the winter air She winds
guilty somehow Escaping from reality When I close my eyes Don't wanna see them die Hear the children cry There's been so much trouble Too many sad songs
long shot, the young boy from a strong block, Ya'll done pushed over the wrong rock Spend your money on me, I make the song hott, The crime rise and your