Lyrics:
Blasphemous prophet disguised in sheeps clothing
The Shepard leading the herd blindly
Followers of a false God
Never to see salvation
Brainwashed
Sibylla. Salva me!
Day of wrath and day of judgment, Earth shall perish in an instant,
as foretold by prophets ancient.
Death and nature both are shaken,
Don't you know they made up lies about Christ too
(Christ too)
So why won't they make up things about his Prophets too
(Prophets too)
It's not about
beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing
For lo! the days are hastening on
By prophets seen of old
When with the ever-circling years
Shall
and dehydration
His tongue began to swell
And weakened by His loss of blood
This Prophet, Teacher fell
When He did some blood splattered
On a man named
the living
And lived among the dead
He holds the key up there
Far too long the truth's been inverted by false tongues
And far too long - false prophets
the house at night
Prophet speak what's on your mind
You know you really gotta get right with the Lord
You know you really gotta get right with the Lord
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
off to the side (whoa, shit)
Oh say can you see a hundred dead bodies in the street?
By the dawn's early light, double Sprite, and a R.I.p. Tee
So
Oh! Now the dogs keep a-growlin'
Round my front door
And the Truth howled out from the editing floor
Years went by
Quarrymen came along
This boy
The earth is crumbling, the end is near
No one's listening, I'm filled with fear
Hear the warning, in the prophet's word
Day by day, we're destroying
a throne
And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed
Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone
From this ransacked celestial temple
I hold the prophet's
would fight them alone
Deeply outnumbered no fear was shown
Sands of Karbala Righteous were slain
Death of a martyr generational pain
Killed by Yazid
There'll be no safe crossing this night
Hear the horns, pounding hooves
Visions of cities aflame
Wailing cries, dawn of doom
Die by the sword or in
the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
spoken by false prophets
the fog hovers over the field
warming up those who fought against
the false prophets who thirsty
for power they used the human
the prophet’s painting
True religion is finding you’re fighting for something true
True true true true
True true true true
True religion is snatching the souls
[Slick Rick]
As you see Ruler show's, is enquirin noses
Goin into a story about a kid named Moses
Once a prophet was to be born, so for anything else
of the fiery horse
Rising up by the wind
Hand Elisha his mantle
To prophecy he brims
Cast his body on the child
Defeats the prophets of ba'al
Calling fire from
the halo of a streetlamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, split the night
And touched
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
Sick off human ashes
Hatas passion
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
A heavenly sight
Well, the years hurried by and the boy
Now a man Could make the blind
See with a touch of
His hand He was born to be King, He was
Rabbi
The risk of the horizon
is worth the aging of the mind
Go and make your own.....WAY!!!
Slowly moving sands of time
Sheltered by the wings
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