[A STORYTELLER] And the gods heard her prayer. [ASAKA (Spoken)] The peasant girl wants a grand homme to carry carry her away! [sung] I should... Find
hill but down to an old wharf shack Inside I heard the trumpets call I salute to the champions on the wall And in the jazz of squalls And impassioned brawls she danced And
me fuck naw Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it 'Cause they're cornered and
me f**k naw Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it Cause they're cornered and
eat this, freak the best teacher At the prayer with the preacher I get skeet in the bleachers And your girl, I might eat her I'm a lover, not a biter
chest hurtin my vest hurtin my heart hurtin and i fuck whidd em he raised me grew up whidd em taught me some of dis street shit kinda nigga you aint
Release for a while At the moment of death I will smile It's the triumph of shame and disease In the end (Iliad) Raise my hands and praise the day Break
and the kingdom of our Satanic majesty You'll always learn! Are you damned in Hell? Damned in Hell Lilith holds the black heart in her hands The blood
I heard the soft wind call her name And the shirt across my arm grew strangely soft and warm As if I'd reached and held it to a flame And there I stood hearin
hours Where stars discuss celebrity And celebrities talk about stars And who's having who on so and so's set The lifestyles of the rich and useless From
me I'm alright I'm alright Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Smoking mother nature into the dust Yeah that's all I see Praying to Gods that are made out of rust And
her crystal sleep. And the earth was shaking, and the people prayed for their souls to keep. The light of day is flowing into her virgin eyes. Oh, the
a breath, take a deep breath Take a breath, take a deep breath And we may wear different clothes And pray to gods in different robes But if we«re praying
skin so hard And breathe that turpentine You're not her only hurting son But her favorite one, it seems You thought you'd die When you heard goodbye And
She got down on hands and knees One ear against the ground Holding her breath to hear something But the dirt made not a sound tonight Echoes of songs
shame and fears And I know who's to blame I feel the presence of a mother And her helpless tears You even don't know her name Chorus: Don't you know
the sea Let the tide be high Let there be a girl Walking by the sea And let there be... Rain! [ALL/AGWE & STORYTELLERS] Rain! [AGWE] Listen to her prayers Full of hope and
