hallowed ground screams burn like fire, but make no sound. i cower here a prisoner on the shore to the blackest sea i ask not why the wolf howls it howls
- Lil Wayne Yeah, uhhuh David Banner on the beat bitch Hahaha Young Money, Streets I'ma east sider rider, whoa kemosabe Bitches get to stepping like
everybody singing that song But everybody's got it wrong It makes me stutter, makes me stammer So let's fly it high The star-struck banner Here's how
us are all of us half-selves that love whole hopes And hara-kiri heartbreak There's almost nothing worse than never being real Strained voices crying wolf
a wolf amongst sheep At the bottom of the hill, but at the top of the street Above the boulevard, schoolyard, victim of deceit And you're running hard, but this wolf
grief as the knives of torment Shreds your soul Behold the harvest storm of spiritual rape Hordes from infernal wastelands united Under blackened wings Souls under the serpents banner
for revenge He leads the legions of the dead Towards the Aesir's realm The march in full battle dress With faces grim and pale Tattered banners and
[Lil' Wayne - Intro:] Yeah, uh huh David Banner on the beat bitch Hahaha Young Money, Streets [Lil' Wayne - Verse 1:] I'm a east sider rider, whoa kemosabe
I came, led by the stars Spirits of the damned draw me near Mayhemed winds showed me the way And now i stay here, born from the wolf Scream of pain sounds
be Then the armies hailed and bowed to me! Wolf, serpent, ritual fire Blackens the skies like a fucking pyre Behold my banner kneel to me Behold my banner
rush'd, beating his wings in vain, the jealous king; his grey brow'd councellors, thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among helms, and shields, and chariots, horses, elephants: banners
, I'm a wolf amongst sheep At the bottom of the hill, but at the top of the street Above the boulevard, schoolyard, victim of deceit And your running hard, but this wolf
for revenge He leads the legions of the dead Towards the Aesir's realm They march in full battle dress With faces grim and pale Tattered banners and
us are all of us; half-selves that love whole hopes And hara-kiri heartbreak There's almost nothing worse than never being real Strained voices crying wolf
, and monkey in curls Tip your way into heaven's gate Tip the girls embroidered in red Tip the cannons that blew off the head Tip the firing ships, and banners
stone First sight of the void Breathe from my eternity Grow stronger from their fear This kingdom was never meant to last As they carried the banners
battle had seen the systematic slaughter of the Delanian royal family, an d the torture and execution of all those who had been loyal to their banner
