And now, the tale from the Darkside I got to remind y'all niggas what the flow is all about It's about this, anywhere from forty-eight and up Straight
more to see Call my neighborhood a ghetto 'cause it houses minorities The other color don't know you can run but not hide These are tales from the darkside
' why Don't slip this trip to the darkside Don't slip this trip Mess with the dark side Don't slip this trip Mess with the darkside Don't slip this trip Mess with the darkside
Start with a bang, dead end, hang on for your life It's too late for me, you're still alive Where did the darkside take me? I've taken the easy way out
is dark again And the dark walls At your side again. And you walk The darkside again. May you walk the darkside again. And you walk The darkside again
Reflections of dark times Frozen are my memories Reaping only misery When will I learn from my flaws I put myself in this danger The consequence is now
(Talking)Verse 1 The spirit of the Undertaker Lives with in the soul of all mankind The eternal flame of light that can not be extinguished The origin
the beginning And what we liked so much about each other then And I hope you're happy with your ordinary life It's the wrong place, the wrong time, the darkside
From the dark side of the sun My supernatural one, you fell into grace Move slowly if not carefully Then in silence sometimes Blighted and solo This
Under a burning sky Demise strays through the year Decay casting light on shedding of leaves The night River silent shivers As my lids will widen divine
Lonesome under stars tent Walks through the silent hour Boy wakes out of weird dreams His face decaying it seems Crazed woman weeps open hair In the
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Earth's evoking the blackened icons Godless dimension, cries of pain Violated bodies of hatred Black lakes burning Souls of the damned Waking the beast
my soul gave birth to bleeding-purple skies my heart is steaming with deadly, soilent lust well of furious mind made pictures of unnatural mights commanding
Snow has fallen in deep After midnight you leave Drunken of purple wine Dark sounding district of men Tears of pain Crash my face Trapped to die in this
read - your law - deceit - not reckoning your host see - my fate - no rights - a call to accounts make a mistake - my fault - no statement of claim ruled
...the follow up to "Blood On My Hands" from the album "Shadowfields" rain covers my face before daylight blood from the slaughter beneath my feet I