Graveland lyrics

Unpunished Herd

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Born from the wolfish womb in the Fullmoon I died for this world I became the nightmare for living men I run through the black woods Bloodlust leads me and I kill, I kill and I die In the ecstasy of murderlust And then I escape possessed I hide myself in the shadows of trees I'm afraid, I fear and I cry My face drip with blood I hate living men I'm faithful only to the dead I remember wolves over my face Red eyes of my mother Her sharp fangs, and my first pain I was born in the night Evil wind was tearing the trees Spirits were hiding in the shadows And wolves brought me the first sacrifice I became the unpurest spirit I killed the living man I draw my fangs in his body And his spirit became mad Born from the wolfish womb in the Fullmoon I hide myself in the shadows of trees I avoid the damned sun I follow the smell of blood Wolves come with the herds Their howling appoints the limits of life I am one of them In the herd I follow the moon Night helps us, we are unpunished Sons of Fenriz, sons of Louve This is the true element of darkness Wild, unseizable... True creation of Gods possessed

ZZZ Top

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
Somebody in a cultivated moment of distress Composed himself to artfully carve Zoso in his desk They was probably thinking fuck you fuck you fuck you in they head With a hell bound arm and a acidy wash Homemade curfew a thousand o'clock And a pot leaf tattoo his friend did drunk Like a badge of mystique that technically sucked Taking the name of the father in vain On the way to the blade in his locker, it's strange A switch he lifted from a siblings skivvy drawer Who branched off into ninja stars And never knew his shit was sharp To here with a higher purpose And a prime alert to juvenile beserkers Like kush Van Morrison an Arcade Drop Floor Down to the valley time for miss Ahkmar, watch Capital Z (ed), slowly maneuver the O S is the most difficult to control Finally O Into the eye of Goliath you goes That levee crushing percussion Will pull the monkey up right Twelve or ghetto blaster Blacken her technicolor telecaster Lecture at a faster rate The class was making them develop backwards It would appear you spelled out all the answers Somebody in a cultivated moment of distrust, composed themselves enough to magic-marker "Zulu" on these chucks, they was tryin to do the buckle font from 'renegades of funk', in a 3d frame of exploding brick, and whiz-lines for the locally motion sick, beyond gross but evoked a host of "oh dip" where a social neurosis owned the whole strip, heart of a cat with a lark in his mouth in the marrow of waiting his guardians out, flashlight, chisel tips, milked venom, pistol grip, images relocated from milled vellum to scissor kick, silent agreement at hand, king of the hill for a queen of the damned, she in the doorway seething began "that clean white pair had a 3-year planl", oops, capital "zed", radical "u" in the cut, truly to beautiful "l"oser it up, and he done, collateral damage a future alum, that key to Shambala, planet rocking, Bambaatta, sample chop, churning out a cancer for the vandal squad, analog, and he finds, animated colors on a page, like synthesized cultures on a stage Somebody in a cultivated moment of resolve, composed themselves enough to publicize "the Zeros" in this stall, they was scoping every dog and pony previously scrawled, with a festering hate for the gum drop edge, 'disco sucks' tee, punk's not dead, but a transient teen unsung godsend, via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin, cheese, sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority thumbing nose, cutting it's teeth Pretzled up in special order vinyl, and birds that dip their belts in little metal porcupine quills, 2 dutch at a show in the front, low-key to the can for a smoke and a fuck, Trixie, fixing her lipstick up, when his mitts got bit by the mischief bug, snatchl, capital "zed", terrible "e" in vermillion red, gimme an "0" and a slippery "s", over a web of the shittiest bands, that beat your heart out, never bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curve, of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgently, offered through the circuits ofan earlier plot, I'll see you at the When they ask how you, feeling you, tell em you, feeling like, something important died screaming, you, tell em you, feeling like, something even more important arrived breathing, something you should probably try feeding When they as how you, living you, tell em you, living like, something important died hissing, you, tell em you, living like, something even more important arrived giving, something you should probably try willing

Freezing Torment

Incubus (Brazil) "Beyond The Unknown"
[Lyrics: Francis, Moyses/Music: Francis] Peaceful mission thru the air Suddenly caught unware Panic rises, lives in despair Fasten the seat belts, praying to survive All the memories of their lives Flashes thru their minds As the emergency landing is occuring at the time To the cold, white deserted ground Shock occurs in the violent crash It's a morbid nightmare Bodies torn to an unnatural position Mutilated until unrecognazable form [Lead] Survivors trapped, afflicted pain Of body and mind, screaming for help Undergoing tremendous feelings of death Agony Misfortune Misery Tragedy Torment It all adds to an unpleasant destiny Famish Extreme hunger Nourishment supplies ran out Organism weakens each moment Cannibalistic action the only way [Lead] Crying to god for forgiveness As the slices of flesh are being devoured From the dead corpses There's no choice Either choose life or death Lowring themselves to a point They would never thought to get A living inferno where rational thoughts became repulsive A place where the living needed the dead Shocked by the scars of terror A memory that they will never forget For the victims of the freezing torment

Frijoles

AESOP ROCK "Bazooka Tooth"
Yeah Yeah NASA let's try this Ah Park your bets, sharks or jets These bark mark targets where the barnacles nest They burrow deep under the carnivores flesh without a trace, Carnival games, like try to shoot the star out of a space Come double fist them awkward gats lockbox your passin' Spoon up the ballooning for high noon saloony antics Walk off with a thumbs up and a stuffed Bullwinkle trinket Pull twinkle out them awestruck baby sockets for a day (yeah, that's the ticket) Yeah, that's the pipe dream that hater 101 bitch picks Living guilt trips for the fan-based family picnics Whose handshake carry with it Y'all inspire me, it's an honor to meet you Now its randomly fantasy beef stew, thats panicky preschool That's peak re-signed Pikachu when he's pokin' Pinocchi beezer Where Big Brother watch me, holler back Wally Cleaver Knobby-kneed geezer whose brittle paddleboat sank Wishing he could restitch the images when the kinescope cranked - He couldn't. You can't. I'm more than two lambs with a Mongoloid loyalty clause And a done-did-got-busy ambiance That's Laserface, Megalasaur, Scissor-tongue, Liftedly, Money Murs Ramble, Printmatic, Hanger, Blockhead and Ravipops And the fam only begins with the last two bars he dropped After chrome fangs I'll rewrite Heavy Metal Parking Lot That's why these grapevines can pop shit to me all day, I only kick these fucking doors down and make sure the crew OK, like Food on the plate, pat on the back, kicks on the palette I rock the bells without clown shoes, fried dough, tickets or mallets While the bearded ladies won goldfish from the ping-pong toss challenge Who light girls and misconstrued the lucky fuckloaders for talent It's sad really... ok, I'm over it - Smolder over composure models like Smoke over soldier nostrils 3-D bifocal goggle broke over catwalkers There must have been something up in that Long Island tap water Thru the mute wind storm the hoover and his frisky sissy poodle pack Oozing that hollow oodle-mac act Ace threw back in junior rap - Isn't it strange how it's a fad to bite your idols when the whole reason you liked em's cuz their shit wasn't recycled? Caught pigeonhole Aesop like he ain't hurtin', thats no burden Need attention? Better dress them diversions like stripping nurses Kid the cult is thick and media's the sacrificial virgin, Perching little man behind curtain opinions - this is perfect I'm just like y'all, living low-pro to paycheck When the landlord hollers they hid the dro in the tape deck Rocket radio, every success smidgen he harnessed Parks with wrist and sick wit it clickin' in perfect working ratio What risk he added dodge blame game for sneaky plots With elevated rung placement derived from deep rooted jealousy issues They cued a raging bull and every due is paid in full With that I'll forget all you motherfucks that fail to pull Why? well, what's really good? Not a catcher peddled backwards for a hacker's filthy looks Hodge-podge phenomenon, muppets available in rubber stamp form Hogwash Harry clamp norm Wear the space cape baker, order up Herbert's pacemaker and vacate personal space in relation to face breaker Built an Einstein-Rosen bridge to ideate with Lincoln Logs and bobby pins Probably when Ozzy's friends slept on the poppy stems Horseback 60 mph, one hand rollin tobacky badly But it burns that cavalry of concerned worms for Mayor But you'll find validity in a penny - Right, and I got a clear flick of the Loch Ness sucking off Yeti With a kneejerk response to his budgetary woes Use hooky out the institute since huckleberry molds Styled after the Hermann Rorschach margin mark Starvin' art smash see the slashed martyr hark Trapped in the lap for garter belt This is sick flash Definitive Jux baby We like, 'love it or leave it out your hollerbox now' Cripple a kitten if a kitten is a culprit You're spillin insignificant frijoles

Look At Me Now

YOUNG BUCK "Straight Outta Ca$hville"
[Young Buck:] You Know, Growin Up In The Hood, Is Gon' Do All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard? Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad, But The Things You Go Through In Life, Make You Who You Are Look At Me Now! [Mr. Porter:] From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoe [Young Buck:] I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Suge Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good [Mr. Porter:] From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes [Young Buck:] I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That? This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy Locked Up And Don't Know If They Ev'a Coming Home Boy Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now [Mr. Porter:] From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes [Young Buck:] Now Everybody Got They Hand Out Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole Nother Level It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd Everybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Have Done To Me [Mr. Porter:] From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone And You Say'd I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving You Wrong N They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them So I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown Im A Young Buck, But Still Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes

Incarnation Of Logos

Eloy
No Native soil, no ocean, no salty wave No sky above No living being, no movement, no colours, no elements No eye to see anything- complete emptiness Before all was nothing? The moon, companion of the sun, touching celestial globe, motionless starry sky The planets don't know where to move They are unaware of puissance and of hope Intrinsic virtues awake! All of a sudden appears a light, horizons open wide Voices fill the air And The Gods Made Love! The layers tremble and raise in staggering And words transform into flesh and blood The act of uppermost magic has begun Impulses working on and on Movement here and there Vibrations Move The Atmosphere! Transcendental forces penetrate The planet we call Earth And all spheres of the universe All the elements burst! A warm powerful breeze inspires inanimate matter And a creature, shaky reeling on two legs Extends it's hands shivering against the sky Primary Procreation Is Accomplished! MAN arises out of dusty clouds Eyes are staring all around Ears are noticing unknown sounds Legs are pounding on the ground Now Man knows he's not alone So his hands take up the stone Anxiety to hold his own Fighting for the creatures throne Man forms tribes to enlarge his chance To survive the primeval living-dance The strongest ones fight for leadership And by these fights they attain the grip On the weaker ones who become suppressed By their violence So are we possessed by the same ideas In a world That's full of fears and tears and progresses

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