A world of not yet spoken wisdom This primitive machine Eating your heart out Reincarnation I say pulverization My coffin will not exist It is eternally, it never stops You want to hate
prophets A world of not yet spoken wisdom This primitive machine Eating your heart out Reincarnation I say pulverization My coffin will not exist It is eternally, it never stops You want to hate
that shied from kindred ashes When suddenly There shone a hideous light And a voice like three insanities Soared up in thistled speech... "thou hast bred hate
blue flags and durags Other cats got they red out, cars sped out) [chorus 2: killah priest *singing*] I am king of bethlehem We sit upon the throne Thousands
sight The blood of pariahs through our veins Sin and Hell our mainstay, forever to remain Oh to ye wicked ones and oh to blood a reaper's song Demons
see the light no more Light up the skies... The Demons ring the Sabbath bells Rejoice the witches chant Preper the sacrafice - by fire The blood runs
behind The dragon is rising on almighty side With hate in my mind, I will fighting his life Will fighting his life - his life Blood on my sword ,
Reaching something, the forgotten keep Chamber of the cursed demon Call of Mithil charmed their hammers The vain of silver turned red by blood The hidden
of stone Invoke to thee, dark majesty silence told in darkness breathe Shall soak with blood in secrets told through forests dusk of putrid dreams Stained with blood
that shied from kindred ashes When suddenly there shone a hideous light And a voice like three inanities soared up in thistled speech Thou hast bred hate
under a blood-red sky, the king still sup- press the rebellian lie. He is the one, the self-chosen son, master of the throne he rules upon. The sacred
the block and the blogosphere No, you ain't ready for the heavy, so I'll keep it light as jogging gear I don't want the throne, I want the helicopter
sight. The blood of pariahs through our veins. Sin and Hell our mainstay, forever to remain. O' to ye wicked ones, an ode of blood, a reaper's song,
that shed from kindred ashes When suddenly There shone a hideous light And a voice like three insanities Soared up in thistled speech "Thou hast bred hate
