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[00:05.41]At the court of king Chaos only blood
[00:11.09]can write its own tragedy..."
[00:16.51]Mighty warriors from the silver hills
[00:19.91]march, all led by golden winds
[00:23.15]Elves and trolls from holy mystic woods
[00:26.51]run through the last snow
[00:29.43]He’s now coming from the middle lands
[00:32.98]handling proud his magic sword
[00:36.22]Glory, pride and honor ride with him
[00:39.51]Burns the flame of north
[00:42.67]They will all meet in the Kazar ruins
[00:46.14]not so far from Ancelot
[00:49.44]In the temple of the fallen one
[00:52.40]their hope will be born...
[00:55.85]Born from the ashes of ancient glory... Born!
[01:16.63]They all hail the mighty chosen one
[01:19.15]reaching the skies with their cry
[01:22.27]They are ready to reach Ancelot
[01:25.86]Arwald’s calling loud...
[01:34.82]"Glory ride with us! Lux Triumphans!
[01:41.31]Magic and steelgods lead us to a new dawn..."
[00:02]What y’all thought y’all wasn’t gon’ see me?
[00:04]I’m the Osirus of this shit
[00:07]Wu-Tang is here forever - motherfuckers
[00:10]It’s like this ninety-seven
[00:12]Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes
[00:15]Let’s do it like this
[00:16]I’ma rub your ass in the moonshine
[00:19]Let’s take it back to seventy-nine
[00:21]I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies
[00:24]and hypotheses can’t define how I be droppin these
[00:26]mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
[00:29]Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
[00:32]Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
[00:34]tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
[00:37]I inspect view through the future see millenium
[00:39]Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum
[00:42]Shckling the masses with drastic rap tactics
[00:45]Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
[00:47]Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
[00:50]Rumblein patrolmen tear gas laced the function
[00:53]Heads by the score take flight incite a war
[00:55]Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
[00:58]Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
[01:00]Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
[01:03]Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock
[01:06]Wu got it locked, Performin live on you hottest block
[01:08]As the world turn, I spread like germs
[01:10]Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
[01:14]It’s my testament to those burned
[01:15]Play my position in the game of life standing firm
[01:18]on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire
[01:21]Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
[01:24]In a Streetcar named Desire, who got my back?
[01:27]In the line of fire holding back, what?
[01:29]My people if you with me where the fuck you at?
[01:31]Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to twist my beer cap
[01:33]It’s court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
[01:36]Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
[01:40]clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
[01:42]You wanna think twice, I think not
[01:44]The Iron Lung ain’t got ta tell you where it’s comng from
[01:47]Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
[01:49]Rip through your slums
[01:51]I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
[01:53]Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks
[01:56]Certified chatterbox, vocabulary ’Donna talking
[02:00]Tell your story walking
[02:01]Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
[02:04]Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
[02:06]So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
[02:10]My deadly notes reigns supreme
[02:12]Your fort is basic compared to mine
[02:14]Domino effect, arts and crafts
[02:16]Paragraphs contail cyanide
[02:19]Take a free ride on my thought, I got the fashion
[02:21]catalogues for all y’all to all praise to the Gods
[02:24]The saga continues
[02:26]Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
[02:28]Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
[02:30]The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
[02:33]We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow
[02:35]For, judgement day cometh, conquer, it’s war
[02:38]Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
[02:40]Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
[02:43]Tune spit the shit immortal combat sound
[02:46]The fake false step make, the blood stain the ground
[02:48]A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
[02:51]A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem
[02:54]Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
[02:56]My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
[02:59]My music Sicily, rich California smell
[03:02]An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
[03:04]I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
[03:07]Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king
[03:09]Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn’t hold us
[03:12]A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
[03:15]Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare
[03:18]Escape from your dragon’s lair, in particular
[03:20]My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
[03:23]to the top of your cerebral cortex
[03:25]Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
[03:27]Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
[03:29]or terminal, like Grand Central Station
[03:31]Program fat baselines, on Novation
[03:33]Getting drunk like a fuck I’m duckin five-year probation
[03:36]War of the masses, the outcome, disaterous
[03:39]Many of the victim family save they ashes
[03:41]A million names on walls engraved in plaques
[03:44]Those who went back, received penalties for their acts
[03:46]Another heart is torn, as close ones gone
[03:49]Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song
[03:52]The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
[03:55]and leaks sounds that’s heard
[03:57]ninety-three million miles away from came one
[04:00]to represent the nation, this is a gathering
[04:02]of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
[04:06]As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
[04:10]The High Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief take the stage
[04:13]Light is provided through sparks of energy
[04:16]from the mind that travels in rhyme form
[04:18]Giving sight to the blind
[04:19]The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
[04:22]Death only one can save shell from
[04:25]This relentless attack of the track spares none
[04:27]Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
[04:31]Lampin like them gray and black Puma’s on my man’s rack
[04:34]Codeine was forced in your drink
[04:36]You had a navy green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream
[04:39]You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
[04:42]Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one
[04:44]Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by convention
[04:47]Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission hold tha
[04:50]fuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad luck
[04:52]I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
[04:55]it’s me, Black Noble Drew Ali
[04:57]came in threes we like the Genovese
[04:59]Is that so? Caesar needs the greens
[05:00]It’s Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first
[05:03]Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz
[05:05]Aiyyo dat’s amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul off
[05:09]Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk
[05:11]Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
[05:14]New York gank adviser world tranquilizer
[05:16]Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
[05:19]While, my pen blow lines ferocious
[05:21]Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic
[05:24]sit down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
[05:26]The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula
[05:29]Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substatiala
[05:31]Max mostly, undivided then slide it, it’s sickening
[05:35]Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland.
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