And she said " cry, cry To the moon in the sky When I return to find Beware my love will blind you And you'll die" Fragmented oblivion Paterns creep
All fading As my age creeps on As This Age stumbles on Fires in the earth Fires in the sky Fires in our hearts Fires everywhere The black eyes Already blacken
where the crackheads creep red moon hanging high mean the dead don't sleep street lights go out the city black I'm blind all I see is the red moon above
It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line 'Til one day you're craving hominy grits And scanning the jukebox for George
Tooney I will use this Uzi to remove ya kufi Troops salute me, dude ya fruity Who's a groupie, and lucky that my shoes are Gucci (why) Cause I stomp creeps
This cloudless night smells of fear Keep my soul dark and cold The rise of darkness in my sight Black forces bound to the moon Deep shadows creep under
: Hi, boys & girls, I'm Jimmy Carl Black, and I'm the Indian of the group Concentration Moon Over the camp in the valley Concentration Moon Wish I
, Seized at swordpoint from the citadel of the Black Templars. Enlightenment awaits!) Many years ago, the mystic Orb of Summoning was seized by the mysterious Black
night There's things out there in the middle of them woods That make a strong man die from fright Things that crawl and things that fly And things that creep
may the worms about her creep! Far in the forest, dim and old, For her may some tall vault unfold- Some vault that oft has flung its black And winged
pedals bloom and take shapes off in the night air Here we got the wicked to share and didn't nobody care Til they see the shadow creeping, now they all
This infant so frail must not grow to be strong The world was at risk if she waited too long So veiled by the blackness of night she did creep And enter
to be strong The world was at risk if she waited too long So veiled by the blackness of night she did creep And enter where mother and child were both
Black moon rising from the sea way up north Wotan rides across the sky His fallen warriors hails him high A freezing winter A creeping frost Black moon
reign if fear. The lands will grow black. There is no sunrise yet to come into the wastelands of phantoms lost. May these moments under the moon be eternal
warmth of the dying sun. Hear the whispering of the wind, the Shadows calling... I gaze into the moon which grants me visions these twelve full moon
it the man's gotta show Delivering to the Master The moon has cast it's final glow, the sight of fogs in teh streets White lines on a table of black
and death, choose live or die Ultimates who made 'em, why do we even exist? When we die, is there Heaven or is it total blackness? For any touch, there