I rend the air with my old sword I commend my soul to God I?m fatally hurt but not by a knight When I hear the sound of the blade I recall all the blood
field I rend the air with my old sword I commend my soul to God I?m fatally hurt but not by a knight When I hear the sound of the blade I recall all
The sharp sound of blades The deep wounds of hate My fingers tap on the wall The silent mess of your thoughts How long can it take ? How long before we
번역: 다크 무어. 블레이드의 소리.
The sharp sound of blades The deep wounds of hate My fingers tap on the wall The silent mess of your thoughts How long can it take ? How long before
across the swamp there comes riding on the breeze The sound -- the sound -- Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm The rooster is born a fighter Wears those surgeon blades
Midnight chillin' at A.M-P.M Coolin', drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension
down Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them My boys said, ?That ain't you Ice? That shit sounds
made When you're chained to the mirror of your razor blade Today's the day that all the world will see Another sunny afternoon Walking to the sound of
get hot so try me boy, you best not. Just part of my ?spottem?, ask whats happenin' theres a problem? They say I can't have no pistols but them blades
I should sound Kinda down in the mouth But I'd rather be burned in Canada Than to freeze here in the south Pulling that eternal plough We've got to find a sharper blade
'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade That sounds
friend that it's time to go Tell me today's weather I know they say they good but trust me I'm better I sound like the coldest Miami night ever I'm cold
exuded from my fingertips and spread along my limbs annd up my butt and focused just below my guts and made me hold my breath before the blade could
' My records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand I clock more dough plus do more shows You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound
