Libera eos Domine Silent, silently Waiting, to gorge on solitude When will my sorrow begin to pale? And to my head I raise these flowers Yellowed, withered Silent, silently
disciples strap arms All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm Silent and calm, and blackout
unchaste. *This netherworld of carnality is my existance, I don't walk alone, for this is my home, And my subsistence.* I silently drift through
about Suckas be talkin' that shit I'm puttin' these funky niggas on da house (Chruncy Black) Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt Yo Crunchy Black
He's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed shirt And some creased and wrinkled dreams His face a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin
chicks and dream of a paradise without wings or sorrow, Christ's tears fall over Jerusalem. The curtains are groggy with damp, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black
the meadows are torched The holocaust of Atu brings down the pyre of Chokmah Chokmah fills lust into the virgin stream (silent waters) A Heximethian
the moon o'er Ultima Thule. Swathed in moon-frosts, in icy winds our blazon flying, Iron gleaming 'neath the stars, black skies ablaze with astral fire, White wolves (like silent
the grind 'Cause you know the B.G. coming I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thugging I'm violent B.G. make my money rap hustling I'm silent B.G. and
teach That Divinity and Lust Are forever forbidden to meet But I swore that they would Before the veil could part our embrace Twixt her cold, silent
[I - The forbidden words] [II - Incantation] [III - Passage of time] [IV - The silent threat] [V - Archilles heel] [VI - Covenant of souls] [VII - Face
deep beneath the lapping water... The water The water My love Head against his shoulder, 'cross the lawn I hear the music... Silent blackness
Silent sonnet of soul's sea Satan, it feels good On my leg chasing rat In a diabolic scream The Black Ruler I dare to ask For naive, ready virgin Her
shall fall... Raising the chalice for the black god aftermath, to it's glory and grace Bring the damned souls into me, bring the virgin's blood to invoke
Purple flames celebrate the new warrior's feats while dry tears take the old triumphs to a silent death The old men's corpses consumes in an obscure dust
