From the bodies of those who never stood a chance On And on we go I just pray I don't die on these blood red shores of France Now many years later I
the bodies of those who never stood a chance On And on we go I just pray I don't die on these blood red shores of France Now many years later I think
, never gonna stop Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop Give it to me, give it to me Yeah, the devil ride it down the shore He paint the monster red so the blood
Give it to 'em GET, UP, NOW Yo, we keep it type raw, and know exactly what we fight for When the nightfall come, we in the right war Cats who spill blood
will melt, coal crystalize The clouds and skylines materialize Wings spread take flights over northern lights Wolves howl over blood-red moonlit nights
-double E-D N9ne milla rhyme killa Fuck wit me I'll take that bust of myron D And throw 'em to mah Dawgs in the red sea Now lets see if he can swim back to shore
romance Somewhere, someone's screaming that the world's gone Smear me with your blood and let these dead boys sing their grave songs Suck Slide across the warm red
grow old a funeral romance Somewhere, someone's, screaming that the worlds gone Smear me with your blood and let these dead boy play their grave songs Slide across the warm red
for knowing what he must do Is seek shelter and aid from the love he once knew One last shot for courage hits him then his eyes are blood red Inside
name upon your corpse it's a signing, There's hoards of them vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying, The water that's rising ain't the shore it's
of water? Or the red swan floating, flying, Wounded by the magic arrow, Staining all the waves with crimson, With the crimson of it's life-blood,
the water flushed with crimson! No, it is the red swan floating Diving down beneath the water To the sky it's wings are lifted With it's blood the waves
Purple All The Water Flushed With Crimson! No, It Is The Red Swan Floating Diving Down Beneath The Water To The Sky Its Wings Are Lifted With Its Blood
's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red
we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then hide
the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red
