[[Music by Karl Sanders] [Instrumental] [This instrumental spawned from some experimental Midi Guitar emulations that resulted from me trying to "catch
You're missin' the point of all I'm givin' You're missin' out on life worth livin' And I can't be shaken I'm still standing in the strong wind I'
번역: 나일 강. 황혼이 선라이즈의 마운트에 서펜트 오브 더 템플시 폭포.
You're missin' the point of all I'm givin' You're missin' out on life worth livin' And I can't be shaken I'm still standing in the strong wind I
Check it We can go toe to toe with the blows to the temple (NOT) Not the Temple of Doom so make room for the Unamerican Caravan (who you down with?)
Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion 2x Rub me the wrong way, taking the highway
Burn the sacrifice of pride And ride on to Mount Zion Fire descends from on high In the shape of a lion Burn the sacrifice of pride And ride on to Mount
Fire descends from on High In the shape of a lion Burn the sacrifice of Pride And ride on to Mount Zion Rub me the wrong way Taking the highway
Sleepin' in tha death defying beyond human measurements Into my private temple in tha middle of Mount Everest Smokin pine as I sky dive off a mountain
's scenery Storytellers of our world Who made the art and showed us Ezekiel's sights Ancient lights Unspoken war in paradise Heaven cries "Lifted their wings... Mounted
So shattered the pictures on fire, the winter never lies But that chemical won't always keep the empty space full Bludgeon corrode desecrate the body temple
in this relationship And they'll cradle you in the grave all the hate into my mind state There's only one way to retaliate Grab the thirty eight and hold it to my temple
passes Lincoln's bodyguard A-nodding at the door. He holds a dagger in his right hand, A pistol in his left, He shoots poor Lincoln in the temple,
, empire burning Atlantean empire, empire burning Eleven thousand and five hundred years ago The great wealthy empire colonized the world Temples of gold mounted
So much for the wicked bonds strangling inspiration Silent...you retreat into the Temple Desert Urbania and drown... Deep within the mosaic of an inward
Check it We can go, toe to toe with the blows to the temple (Not) Not the Temple of Doom, so make room For the Unamerican Caravan (Who you down with?)
THERE GIVING ME THE BUSINESS EVERY NIGHT CARMEN: Am I getting through to you Elaine? BAMBI: I?m sorry mother but to me the theatre is a temple CARMEN