Lyrics:
the other one!
ARTHUR: I am. And this my trusty servant Patsy. We have
ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights
who will join me
renouncing his inheritance
That's legal to do in the State of New Jersey, of course it is, that's right
You're the master spellcaster on Earth
You've
again I
Would have gone to the Art Institute
Over the American Academy of Art
I would have researched where I could have
Got the best and the strongest
Servants of the black wreakers of havoc
Stir up vexation, art the damned
NOW BURN IN ME!
Master, I ride the whirlwind
The dragon flames which surround
IN GETHSEMANE
Judas:
Hail, Master!
Jesus:
Whom seek ye ?
Chorus (Men):
Jesus of Nazareth.
Jesus:
I am He: if therefore ye seek Me, let these go
arepas de la abuela, our post-colon
art of resistance? can't the deep structure of
our food be how we were never kings, in the
flavor of our needs, in
on your reservation, Osama is in my basement
The problems your probly facing, the obstacles I'm creating
The logical observation make you scream MD
I'll
A servant's oath, to serve your every wish I will
A servant's oath, Sanctum of loyalty I give
Feast of the flesh to mask the art
Pain is your
promised
To all who follow thee
That where thou art in glory
There shall thy servant be
And Jesus, I have promised
To serve thee to the end
O give me grace
demand
Thou art mortal within these dimensions
I will shatter prisms once
the keys are in my possession
From vagabond to glorious ascension
I've assembled
No servants to bleed for their masters
No widows to weep for disasters
In the death waltz there are no kings
Mourn for your glory as death spreads
exercise this kind
Of choice in adult life you will be totally
Hosed think of the old cliché about, quote
"The mind being an excellent servant
But a terrible
say unto him,
Master, we know that thou art true, and carest for no man:
for thou regardest not the person of men, but teachest the way of God in truth:
challenges my citadel
Come in son
You'll find that the might amplifies
Your diplomatic leadership
Poor worthy shadow the vacant crown is asleep
challenges my citadel
Come in son
You'll find that the might amplifies
Your diplomatic leadership
Poor worthy shadow the vacant crown is asleep
Thirteen witches dance around, a fire in the dark
We are the serpent's messengers, spreading blackest arts
Candles burning, magic spells, a chalice
of unknown worlds
Portals trans-dimensional, channeling, their sulphur hordes
Apex, master of the arts, black and pure, rising fast
Cosmic frost, blind
more, a servant on a mission of hope
If we did that more, hmmm
Bet even this could be home
Let's go
On every single stage we stand
The people in
a table before me
In the presence of my enemies
Anointed my head with oil
My cup runneth over
I'm a priest
Servant of God
I'm a priest
Can kiss my hand
and pourin' needles of rain
Thunderin' like god's bowlin' lane
Crashin' and collidin', the master of craftsmen
Passionately expressing his anger with his
your servant brothers
Bangers and mash on a street food cart
Hammer and sickle tattoo on his hand
Disciple of chaotic catering arts
Every Friday night
carrying a cake for the servants not walking around carrying AK 47s, don't remain stagnant
Brother in the street can you find your way back home
Yes you
off a vow to the Lord of Hosts
Luke 7 the centurion's servant was not well
But he was remembered because of
How his master had mastered
The art of doing
Lay in Chains before the Undying Flames.
I am Helpless in the Presence of He Who is Master of the Pits of Fire.
I am Humbled and Broken in
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