But I'm still in the hood smoke and fry So I beg the Lord to save us all escapers of misery Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century
not be saved You can not be saved When death is upon us, come with me right now, and don't be afraid I've been alive for many centuries Watched new
Centuries of forced conversion Word of God declined Your tongues speak about mercy But your prophecy is pain Narcissism and divine benediction Won't save
blew Batman away with a rat-a-tat-tat But he ran out of bullets and he ran away Because Optimus Prime came to save the day This is the Ultimate Showdown
blew Batman away with a rat-a-tat-tat, But he ran out of bullets and he ran away, Because Optimus Prime came to save the day! This is the ultimate showdown
Know the message of the blessed three given the gift of prophecy of the twentieth century the virgin Mary gave. One by one the secrets came sworn to
crosses burn our skin, you can kill us a thousand times, but we're the ones, who will always remain ... - In Pain ... In Pain: "I'm the resurrection-
You Are The Damned I'll Bring You Beauty I'll Teach You Sin But Daylight Shines Blinds Your Eyes Pains Of A Thousand Years Cast From Faceless Beings Lost For Centuries
light, I see centuries of you And you find me kind, you find me tall, you find me crazy like you And while I fight my own words, you're off saving those
invitation There's no time for sleep so motherfucker come on Welcome to the Odyssey Prancing through a black hole in the sky from the 30th century
moved on... When thereA's nothing left for us to break, use, abuse, or rape... Then youA're free to count how much you saved! I can see the ways we fail
Music:Mameli Lyrics:v.Drunen Dark middleagess centuries of pain The appearance of the inquisitions Religion turned out to be insane In these times of
church Decapitated or quartered Evil exorcised Purified flesh Saved by the stake Reduced to ashes Reduced to ashes Dark middle ages, centuries of pain
To Be Heard A Heavy Heart Carrying The Weight Of Sorrow Solitude And Broken Hearts Living All Around Us Centuries Of Asking "why The Wind Blows Here" Search A Solution To Save Us From Pain
TO BE HEARD A HEAVY HEART CARRYING THE WEIGHT OF SORROW SOLITUDE AND BROKEN HEARTS LIVING ALL AROUND US CENTURIES OF ASKING "WHY THE WIND BLOWS HERE" SEARCH A SOLUTION TO SAVE US FROM PAIN
[Lyrics by Frank Krynojewski] [Music by Frank Krynojewski] A massive amount of destruction Coming through the end of the century This perverted road
t fail. I can feel the pain of thousands. Crucify, crucify. Bring us back medieval centuries. Without you we all have to die. Save us from the evil storm
sky but I'm still in the hood smoke and fry So I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century