Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Souls of the Unborn, artist - KashmereDate of issue: 16.05.2005
Song language: English
Souls of the Unborn |
| From the depths of the nothing my will is manifested |
| Raise up from the dust, homeboy you’re getting tested |
| In this final wager, man!!! |
| I’m on some next shit |
| Order from chaos, I’m getting this perfected |
| The dragon, is getting stronger in the belly of the mother |
| Hope you’re a fast runner! |
| There’s always somewhere to run nowhere to hide |
| From the dark side, unless you can fly |
| But even then go high enough and you’ll die |
| You need divine assistance, the vision in your eye |
| Most of us wear the blindfold of ignorance, why?! |
| Is it the laughable matter? |
| Follow like sheep so nobody laughs at ya |
| Except for the devil, the evil plan hatcher |
| Crazy like the man in the mirror |
| A reflection of me, now I’m seeing things clearer |
| Go against the grain or walk into the jaws of hell |
| Peace to the George Orwell (yeahhh! yeahhh!) |
| Silver chaos pendant |
| I’m dropping ill spells in the physical dimension |
| Over my tantric altar I spit the ill verse |
| Close my eyes, see the ill scene like Steven Spielberg |
| I’m walking, you’re wondering where I’m heading? |
| To the hills of the armageddon! |
| Let us pray for the souls of the unborn |
| Roadkill in the headlights of the juggernaut |
| Blood pumps fast with the force of the metaphor |
| Burst forth from the chest, birth of the xenomorph |
| I’m the shadow that emerged from the cellar door |
| Planets in my palm get crushed like a pepper corn |
| Watch how I meteors |
| Teleportation my method of transport |
| At the epicenter of the sandstorm |
| Many men perish in the belly of the rancourt |
| Though they ran for the cover of the trees |
| They were already marked with the number of the beast |
| Scheduled for extermination |
| The murderer’s blade is the fertisilation |
| Of Satan’s egg, rebirth of the godhead |
| Life on the planet no more than a cot death |
| See how the milk turns blood red |
| The undead scattter in the light of the sunset |
| Protect the innocent, brave the police state |
| Blade in the back, the betrayal of a team mate |
| Just a sacrificial offering |
| Throw away toys for the dark lord’s offspring |
| And I’m locked in the prison of this conflict |
| Trampled to death in the middle of the mosh pit |
| And I’m not the door man, I’m the locksmith |
| Follow me, fourth horseman of the apocalypse |