Poetic Death - Highlander [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[VERSE 1]

Blade swing/
Body the coffin no kamikaze/
I'm the Gotham knight/
I'm stalking Riverside though out the projects/
Solar rings are beaning/
Through the eyes of my dome/
Got niggas scheming on the plots/
They want to challenge the throne/
So whatchu talking/
We're meditating between the eye sockets/
Reaching higher elevations/
On this path that we be walking/
And cobwebs will linger/
On the statues of the greatest/
Meaning everything must come to an end/
Or find replacement/
With the movement/
It's deeper than the chants/
Amongst the ignorant/
I advise you not to follow/
If your brain can't comprehend it/
Descriptive/
We walk amongst the natives/
Out in Fiji/
And we study with the Monks/
In Tibet/
To find progression/
Many lessons/
Taken from the wisdom built upon truth/
The Kingdom isn't new/
I've just rebuild the fundamentals for you/
Take it from me/
I've analyzed the mathematics/
And I calculate my every move/
Before I make announcements/

[Chorus]

We're seeking elevation/
Time is up for grabs/
Within the Holy Lands created/
And who are you to speak/
Upon the prophecies forsaken/
It's higher elevation/
That higher elevation/

[VERSE 2]

I'm diabolical/
Like testaments
That carry with the minotaur/
And above Orion's Belt/
Is where we study the stars/
The revelation/
And everything they said was place/
I saw the Vatican/
Become a battlefield/
Without a trace/
Or resemble anything/
Considered culture/
Only devils in the heavens above/
No fairytales to bring forgiveness/
Bullets hit the ministry/
Children treated like enemies/
Smiles upon the faces/
To the damage that we bring/
Without survivors/
And Satan's on the throne in Hell's fortress/
While Hades is at the head of the dragon/
With fire cartridges/
Creating lava tar pits/
The clock tick ticks/
As Gabriel will bid a farewell/
To all of his kin/
The Black Disciple/
Falling from the highest of the mountain tip/
The Seraphim/
Who chose to fight/
The children of the Nephilim/
In Babylon we bury them/
And send them to afterlife/
These solar rays are scattered/
By the strength of the night/
Reflecting the light/

[Chorus]