译文: 骨灰分. 剑.
Spreading your love from the tip of a sword Echoing the reason that poisons your Thinking you know what's good for us all I wish I could reach out...
Projects, high tech street intellect Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes
your land In the Paradise Steakhouse There's a cup of silver coffee A sheath of steel so you may hold My sword in your hand I'll cut you, divide you
tech street intellect Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check [Method Man] Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes
your land. In the Paradise Steakhouse there's a cup of silver coffee A sheath of steel so you may hold my sword in your hand I'll cut you, divide
spirits fly, sons of darkness hold your banner high. You divided and conquered, with bejewelled hate we are the proud ones that crushed the holy gate we slayed with our swords
on your land. In the Paradise Steakhouse there's a cup of silver coffee A sheath of steel so you may hold my sword in your hand I'll cut you, divide
singing softly I'm bound to cross that Great Divide CHORUS Take my ashes to the river Where the water's cold and deep Take my ashes to the river Pray
