The war has been declared
Your ally been ensnared
It is now or it is never
Break the code or die forever
Time is running out
Running out
Running out
To the warrior give my blade
By his hand your fate is made
But do not forget the ticking
Or the clicking clicking clicking
Beware Underlanders, time hangs by a thread. The hunters are hunted, white water runs red. The gnawers are sent to extinguish the rest. The hope of the hopeless resides in a quest. An Overlander warrior, the son of the sun, May bring us back light or bring us back none. But gather your neighbors and follow his call, Or the rats will most surely devour us all. Two overs, two unders of royal descent. Two flyers, two crawlers, two spinners assent. One gnawer beside, one lost up ahead, And eight shall be left when we count up the dead. The last who shall die must decide where he stands. The fate of the eight is contained in his hands. So bid him take care, bid him look where he leaps, When life may be death, and death life again reaps.
I got a sharp stick, I keep in my pocket I speak volumes never utter a word When you strike a match, a fire will happen But the line between the smoke and the flames get blurred Don't you see the writing on the wall (Don't you see the writing on the wall) You're in way over your head You're gonna drown in the things that you said Time has come and gone for words A thousands threats I've heard before But words are cheap, but lies are big to take Time has come and gone for words A thousands threats I've heard before And all your words are too big to take It's a paradox, A mystery, A riddle A door in your face and only i have the key Do understand, you'll be caught in the middle Caught in a web by being spun by me Don't you see the writing on the wall (Don't you see the writing on the wall) Just a victim of your own conceit The architect of your own defeat Time has come and gone for words A thousands threats I've heard before But words are cheap, but lies are big to take Time has come and gone for words A thousands threats I've heard before And all your words are too big to take Never walk away from a fight that's worth fighting Never hesitate when you know you're gonna act Never waste your words on a fool you won't listen Never sell your soul cause you'll never buy it... back Time has come and gone for words A thousands threats I've heard before But words are cheap, but lies are big to take Time has come and gone for words A thousands threats I've heard before And all your words are too big to take Time has come and gone for words A thousands threats I've heard before But words are cheap, but lies are big to take Time has come and gone for words A thousands threats I've heard before And all your words are too big to take I know it by heart ;) or you can go to youtube.com and search: Jeff Hardy theme song lyrics
Hold the Line - Toto The song is actually called "Love Isn't Always on Time" by Foreigner
Mozzymann-Only ( Radio edit)
Five (including the repeated words)
Apparently, auditions are in Hollywood, California, and they are some time in 2010. Sorry I don't know any more info. How do you? I'm not sure either, so keep trying to find out, and if you do please post it under this Q.
The Prophecy of Gray.Beware, Underlanders, time hangs by a thread.The hunters are hunted, white water runs red.The gnawers are sent to extinguish the rest.The hope of the hopeless resides in a quest.An Overland Warrior, a son of the sun,May bring us back light, he may bring us back none.But gather your neighbors and follow his callor rats will most surely devour us all.Two Over,Two Under, of Royal Decsent,Two Flyers,Two Crawlers,Two Spinners assent.One Gnawer beside and one lost up ahead.And eight will be left when we count up the dead.The last who will die must decide where he stands.The fate of the eight is contained in his hands.So bid him take care,Bid him look where he leaps,As life may be death, and death life again reaps.
Beware Underlanders, time hangs by a thread. The hunters are hunted, white water runs red. The gnawers are sent to extinguish the rest. The hope of the hopeless resides in a quest. An Overlander warrior, the son of the sun, May bring us back light or bring us back none. But gather your neighbors and follow his call, Or the rats will most surely devour us all. Two overs, two unders of royal descent. Two flyers, two crawlers, two spinners assent. One gnawer beside, one lost up ahead, And eight shall be left when we count up the dead. The last who shall die must decide where he stands. The fate of the eight is contained in his hands. So bid him take care, bid him look where he leaps, When life may be death, and death life again reaps.
Gregor's father forces Gregor back into his room by threatening to hit him with a stick and a newspaper
Any time after January 6, 1884
when he pays off his parent's debt
Gregor Strasser was born on May 31, 1892 and died on June 30, 1934. Gregor Strasser would have been 42 years old at the time of death or 123 years old today.
Gregor Piatigorsky was born on April 17, 1903 and died on August 6, 1976. Gregor Piatigorsky would have been 73 years old at the time of death or 112 years old today.
Gregor Mackenzie was born on November 15, 1927 and died on May 4, 1992. Gregor Mackenzie would have been 64 years old at the time of death or 87 years old today.
I assume it means the same as the linear and/or progressive fulfillment of prophecy as time gets closer and nearer to the end of the 'conduit' called the end-time.
Gregor Johann Mendel was born on July 20, 1822 and died on January 6, 1884. Gregor Johann Mendel would have been 61 years old at the time of death or 193 years old today.
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