Kirisute gomen He who walks the fire breathes Unlike the rest Living by the bloody creed Air of battle tasting stale Reeks of deceit Send the bitter straight to hell In their wretched guts all they want is to feed Unending, covetous hunger known as greed

Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh At the moment of surrender I'm falling to my knees I did not notice the passers by And they did not notice me I tied myself with wire To let the horses run free Playing with the fire

On my way at last The caravan thunders onward I can't stop thinking big In a world lit only by fire Long train of flares under piercing stars I stand watching the steamliners roll by To the distant dream of the city The caravan carries me onward On a

You're the one who plays with fire in the night, You're the one who scares people with the scythe You're the one to tell Him to ever live by, You're the Lord to shaking all alone (You're alone!) Now you left me out to drop His sight: I wasn't ready for

And baby, you've got what it takes You know you've got just what it takes Well, now, it takes more than a Robin to make the winter go And it takes two lips of fire to melt away the snow Well, it takes two hearts a cookin' to make a fire grow And baby,

The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide

Baby's on fire O jirre god se jesus O jirre god se Jesus She got me going from She got me going fuckin crazy since Boom, boom boom It's show time, motherfucker, it's on Apocalypse now, I'm dropping this bomb You can't fuck with this song

I don't wanna work in a building downtown You know that I'm a God fearing man Now I'm overcome By the light of day My lips are near, but my heart is far away Oh, my little bird in a cage! Oh, my little mockingbird, sing! No, I don't wanna work in a

Thief rockers with the full-clip shotters Bring fire to Illuminati zatter Thief rockers that are in the Shaka Bring fire to a false-flag plotter Guided by the One, yes, the Most High Even higher than the all-seeing eye For recognition of I and I true

At my command, Let the blood ov the infants flood the streets ov Bethelehem! Consumed by tongues ov fire Burning like Phlegethon Holy gardens reduced to ash Extinguishing light ov hope Bringing the end ov the days Words ov my gospel scattered