: MEMORIES OF REBELLION (CARNAGE AT CAMULODUNUM): ICENI MESSENGER: Hearken! The Ninth Legion has been put to the sword! The war-Chief of Queen Boudicca
G's inhiblious been trippin' on human bodies, the body's working with me/ Say the early bird get the word, huh? I'm feelin' the war drum, beatin' my chest
Incant these words of sacred rule Seal me in my crimson cell [Lead: Mike] And still inside the chamber stands A single cell with crimson hue Resealed by spoken word
[I - The forbidden words] [II - Incantation] [III - Passage of time] [IV - The silent threat] [V - Archilles heel] [VI - Covenant of souls] [VII - Face
minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones Projects ringin standing by the cornerstore Two glock on me, bang bang its the wanted war That was
[Justo] Word up, I be the one they call Justo if ya didn't know, Tryin' to check my man DJ Skee, With his new mix tape, Pick it up ya square, Ya heard
me of things that would soon be here Words full of chaos and death filling my mind with a constant fear There will be a gigantic war, the greater
on, we're silicone spark it on your talkathon This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone Scars tone, bar clones, war
is shattered from the fight in this tug of war, you?ll always win even when I?m right ?cause you feed me fables from your hand with violent words and
it on your Talkathon This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw
pelican Said in the clouds last night she got higher then she's ever been Seen shuttles and huddles, hard rocks and war bombs In real life our words in
:] [Memories of rebellion (Carnage at Camulodunum):] [Iceni Messenger:] Hearken! The Ninth Legion has been put to the sword! The war-Chief of Queen
whatever the outcome, this night shall see a legend of war written in blood and the deaths of men... a legend none shall soon forget... [The War Testament
kind of pendulum never comes back home? You start to miss it some. The way you miss the rain, the way you miss the fighting when the war is won...
of my enemies pawns The red don communist threat, burried and gone So they invented a war, the goverment can carry on It makes me wonder if the word of
but a word and of little concern And not another second will we red burn To walk one way and to walk one path Ways of the scale of the aftermath [Tom
the saw to the bone. Stirred from sleep, this warrior is restless. There are no words for what will befall A brittle, collapsing skeletal world. But the aftermath
