country can save, But the keys o' kind heaven, to open the grave; That a' the noble martyrs wha died for loyaltie May rise again an' fight for their ain countree. The great
in me yet Lifeline, before and after in an instant of great white gravity Hold tight, 'cause all is against me Every cell in my body, brace Rise high
bit of old school for ya, That goes a little something like this... I always tried to be the flyest kid in the block The popular one with the rising
It's the homeland of the soul I'm gonna view the host in white They've been traveling day and night Coming up from every nation They're on their way to the great
can fall Sometimes our eyes were grave 'cause we were never satisfied but Bobby gave us all its best the influence he could wield was great, was great
a little bit of old school for ya That goes a little something like this I always tried to be the fliest kid in the block The popular one with the rising
of hate And when I get to Houston fo show I'm getting paid [2] - I'm coming from the valley staning em slanning em Got my clavo small paper tall Rising
you, I come to find it's not worth fightin' for. Ah, the sun in my eyes is all that I'm livin' for, Ah, full moon on the rise is all that's worth dyin
(music: Lardie, Russell / lyrics: Russell) As the light calls back the shadows, she rises from her chair; puts away the past, and looks into the mirror
Well my temperature's rising and my feet are on the floor Twenty people knocking 'cos they're wanting some more Let me in baby, I don't know what you'
dearly like to know I've all this wonder of earthly plunder will it leave us anything to show And our time is flyin' see the candle burnin' low Is the new world rising
(music: Russell, Lardie, Kendall, Dokken, Johnson / lyrics: Russell, Johnson) On the horizon, there's a storm on the rise; black seas are forming, there
white noise. Destroyer, Destroyer, we sing it like a funeral choir. Mourning now our hope is burning in the fire. Deceiver, Deceiver. You never were a great
In the bed, Amongst the dead: Santa Rita, ora pro nobis I looked at you And touched the earth Hid under concrete and cruelty Credo quia impossibile est That the dead rise, rise, rise
need is my mates, single is one of my traits i wont sit and wait, ill sedate my fate and turn it into great ill give you the bait, you just better take
Walls of Isengard Face the northern winds Carved black pillars Rising high up to the sky Arcane relic Crowned by the four peaks Feels the auturnn breeze