[ Music:Alessandro Muscio/Stefano Droetto - Words:Alessandro Muscio ] I dream the dawn of the Darkness - the embrace! Heavenly lights dance in the night
God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp
to glorious days Yeah God, check it out y'all We back, yes yes y'all (Fake roller derbies) Yeah, Masked Avengers We're here to sharpen your sword" All
much! you don't know shit! I was born into the purest perfection of love of all mighty god faced with the sword of the truth like a lightning rod
The queen of light took her bow And then she turned to go, The prince of peace embraced the gloom And walked the night alone. Oooh dance in the dark of
signed and a million copies made, they all joined hands and bowed their heads and grateful prayers were prayed. The people in the streets below were dancing round and round, while swords
, radio spots and quick showers Hit the stage and get so much love from the fans, Keep it rough with the fellas, but I make the ladies want to dance
'm rolling and with the scriptures unfolding That your time is near And with the power of God I'm gonna persevere Go ahead and try to turn up the heat 'Cause with my sword
shining soul stays divine I remember '96 we used to dance i had two pairs of pants but you had that glance yo we used to hang out in the park and just chill now we swing swords
deals the cards to find the answer The sacred geometry of chance The hidden law of probable outcome The numbers lead a dance I know that the spades are the swords
I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of rubies That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze. Bright cascading crystals, they danced in
we go, on with the show As the rhythm of this starts to flow No matter the tempo, fast or slow Get up and dance cause the kane said so This is the dance
flea Danced a jig with the bumbley bee Next to come in was Mrs. Cow Next to come in was Mrs. Cow Next to come in was Mrs. Cow She tried to dance but
We've lived in bars and danced on tables Hotel, streets and ships that sail We swim with sharks And fly with aeroplanes in the air Send in the trumpets
I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of rubies That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze Bright cascading crystals, they danced in
morgue undresses the corpse Embalming fluid goes back out, the blood goes back in Body goes back to hospital where it comes alive again The paramedics walk backwards like an Irish dance
Sir Mordred, the evil knight His misery is sad like the rain In the mists of Avalon The lady of the lake is dancing Old knowledge are hiding There are
having no chance steps in a dance your whole life's been in combat now i'm the king of the ward 'cos i'm good and i swallow my sword and puke it out