TRIBE FULL OF HATE. WITH KNIVES IN THEIR POCKETS AND BOMBS IN THEIR HANDS, THEY'LL BURN DOWN YOUR CITIES AND YOUR DISNEYLANDS. [Choir:] BARBARIANS
A chilling wind grasp my soul as I walk through the twilight gates Choirs of grief are heard from the spirits of the ancient breed Now I know what lies
begin" Ash and fire enshrouded the sky And the river's running dry Ash and fire enshrouded the sky And the river's running dry Slaves to the Winged
cold Unreleased powers, no fright Slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze Cold chambers, punishment awaits Hollow tone haunts, anticipation's choir
, C'mon Caligulove me, C'mon Caligulove me. You can hear it (as an offering) If you're a good girl (as an offering) A righteous choir is singing (as
Hallowed dances upon glorified graves Twisted minds, blasphemous slaves Witches and demons are supporting the dead In worship of who they are lead Views
a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone; Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone; Taken by the Church, his soul will be slave
, dads, nanas, papas Top hats and big wigs powdered proper So on the money he's a founding father Dodger, conniver, preach to choirs Lied when he said
Castle of desire - With blood-drunken choirs Songs of sorrow - Resound through the halls Hopeless madness to burial oblivion A slave to darkness, again
forget How you showed me your despise Deep down in the gravel I lie and wait for relieve And I hear the orders you scream Sounds like a choir to me
: Only in America We're slaves to be free Only in America we kill the unborn To make ends meet Only in America Sexuality is democracy Only in America
a mess, but you're blessed with the father, son, spirit and the holy ghost But my whole neigborhood is comatose Lookin for survival The devil made you a slave
body is a mess, but you're blessed With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost But my whole neigborhood is comatose Lookin' for survival The devil made you a slave
: Hallowed dances upon glorified graves Twisted minds, blasphemous slaves Witches and demons are supporting the dead In worship of who they are lead
IRONS, C'mon Caligulove me, C'mon Caligulove me. You can hear it (as an offering) If you're a good girl (as an offering) A righteous choir is singing
corner"} My swagger is Mick Jagger Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it? Cause a slave my whole
choir I want everybody in this whole building "Free the slave" Can U say that? Let me hear ya - "Free the slave" Come on, everybody (Free the slave)