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holy war
Don't need this bloodshed anymore
The funeral pyres burn evermore
We don't want your holy war

Fire and ice falls from the sky
Raining death
I met my love at a funeral
Tired of goodbyes & burials

Friends I have known
Some I just met
Standing around
It's hard to forget ? now isn't
War

Holy
We are fighting,figthing a Holy War
Holy War
See us fly on winds of doom
Holy War
Baptized in fire and steel
Holy War
For the end we
hypocrisy, your everlasting false belief
Holy ground, a holy grave
Divine fate by divine grace

deathly pallor
Funeral cortege
Mass extermination
The scorching
passing notes
Not unusual, he might say
But where are the flowers for my baby
I'd even like to see her mean old mama
And why ain't there a funeral, if
the flowers for my baby
I'd even like to see her mean old mama

And why ain't there a funeral, if you're gonna act that way
I hate to tell you how he acted
people passing notes

Not unusual, he might say
But where are the flowers for my baby
I'd even like to see her mean old mama
And why ain't there a funeral
Time to run, yeah
Time to hide
Holy war in the land of fire
Never tempt the
Wrath of gods
Gonna dance in the death of life
Take the hand
Enter
At war with the planets
At war with all mankind
We will change the face of this earth
As our lord commands
In our holy quest for supremacy
Be our holy
passing notes
Not unusual, he might say
But where are the flowers for my baby
I'd even like to see her mean old mama
And why ain't there a funeral, if
the angel's voices
Oh night divine
Oh holy night when Christ was born
Oh night divine
Oh holy night when Christ was born

Led by the light a face serenely
Across the globe hatreds stir the beast within
Another war for holy causes seems a sin
Letting loose hate your book says to abhor
I don't think
a suburban ego war

Drinks and friends by the river Thames
It's a suburban ego war
Packet of Benz and a bag of tens
It's a suburban ego war
Heaven, hell,
a suburban ego war

One, two
Drinks and friends by the river Thames
It's a suburban ego war
Packet of Benz and a bag of tens
It's a suburban ego war
a suburban ego war

One, two
Drinks and friends by the river Thames
It's a suburban ego war
Packet of Benz and a bag of tens
It's a suburban ego war
crucifixion, love destroyed by lies

Decomposing morals - mummified in time
Lord of retribution, judge us for our crimes
Holy father - reaps earth's seed
a holy terror.
Temptations lurking every where. 
If your mind's in the gutter, Beware!

You'll find me there.
Me and a friend were talking after
When it stops when it fades
When the bodies have all hit the ground
I'll be there at a funeral for a friend

When it's done when it's over
When
your souls by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey

[Chorus]
Holy Smoke Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers for
The Devil to stoke
a war declared for entertainment 
Until the end fight on 

Hail to the glory of Rome 
Bow damnati ad mortem 
Down goes the thumbs passing judgment
that they could not burn away
Just another holy man who dared to be a friend
My god, they killed him !

The only son of God almighty
The holy one called
crude debate
But I do not want a war

'Cause I'm not in for killing another man
Defending my holy land
As if there's a god who would understand
away
But he knew his duty and the price he had to pay
Just another holy man who tried to be a friend
My God, they killed him.

Another man from
I can't rest in war
Will you be my friend?
Dark ages never change
Well, I can't comprehend

Kiss me, we self destruct
Can you hear me, Lord?
free
How sweet would be their childrens fate
If they, like them, could die for thee

(Faith of our fathers, holy faith!)
(We will be true to thee