Lyrics:
colors show the glory
Of the Master Artist's plan
Built by god for those who love Him
Those who trust the great "I am"
Those who trust the great "I am"
Personal guard for Jeanne D'Arc
the rising of his soul to god
Gilles De Ray's the perverted son
The holy man hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts of Rays
hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a four set
Had like poor Job in the bible, by God
Day comes, I wake, I wake with a hard heartache
I go down
So we wait beside the desert
Nothing left to give away
Naked as the Hanged Man's secrets
Nothing left to do but pray
You don't have to play
my dues,
Even if this would mean soon I’ll be singing the hanged man blues.
I looked at the jury in court, it seems they already came to agree,
of love hanged I
Still begging pardon,
The lonely buttercup in the orchid garden.
I too have been misguided;
To long have I resided
In the mandarin's
lady when I tell her
The I do indeed love to smell her
Sopping wet your pink umbrella
Do the dog with Isabella
I'm so in love yes with an artist
So we wait beside the desert
Nothing left to give away
Naked as the Hanged Man's secrets
Nothing left to do but pray
You don't have to play
"Oh, God of Earth and Altar
Bow down and hear our cry
Our earthly rulers falter
Our people drift and die
The walls of gold entomb us
The swords
"Oh, God of Earth and Altar
Bow down and hear our cry
Our earthly rulers falter
Our people drift and die
The walls of gold entomb us
The swords
darkness
Your God is a coward
His fate is
Hanged on the cross
A damn sheep
A sadistic pastor
Swallowing shit
Running away from reality
Submitted on terror
Which is the name of Creator God
Artist God"
You wanna call God "Artist?"
At some point tonight before you go to bed, be like
"Yo, Elohim," and He'll
of love hanged I
Still begging pardon,
The lonely buttercup in the orchid garden.
I too have been misguided;
To long have I resided
In the mandarin's
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
don't leave
That's what they're screaming
But theese niggas on this earth is the demons
God call my dough, It's time to move on
You a rider, jump in
Revelations
"O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
pretty fruits left to rot
Pretty fruits left to rot
Swinging from the hanged mans knot
Usurping god of infinite greed
Understanding the future controlling
(Hanged man, hanged man)
I do all of this for you (Hanged man, hanged man)
Sacrifice myself for you
Change myself for you
Embrace every part of you
I do
hanged, the vows were said
The light's death gives me might
Gets the scum God out of my sight
With darkness paired, to light's regret
All pain and sorrows
God the judge of the earth, you have searched all our hearts
And have found there's enough there to charge us adverse
To your laws, to your ways,
ambitions
Personal guard for Jeanne D'Arc
the rising of his soul to god
Gilles De Ray's the perverted son
The holy man hanged by nobility
Into The Crypts
Always looking for shelters, try to hide in the mist of the night
Exist beyond reasons, give up the authorities of time
Convoke in the name of God
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