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Holy Sons Other

flock, flock across mecca With a rigid projector, seeking my scepter, looking, at, rebecca Two sons, popping through jerusalem like the hoodlum Ahhh, ? enabled me to see the other

come It has been foretold By the visions of the old And the madness in their eyes Said his angel will arise That's what they know Holy Lord, it's over

brother, check this out I still don't understand, man, I'm all high off this shit, man Well, what I'm trying to say my brother Why, why do we kill each other

come It has been foretold By the visions of the old And the madness in their eyes Said his angel will arise That's what they know Holy Lord, it's over

Rising with the sons of madness crossin' over the road It's time to take control again and be the only one It's time to sell your soul again and be the holy

You've made it through another day Driving past the backroads of your mind You could have turned the other way And break down on the sanity you've found

HAVE SOME OF THAT. YOU THINK YOU'RE HARD BUT WE KNOW YOU'RE CRAP. LET'S HAVE ANOTHER. JUST LIKE THE OTHER. COME ON! VIVA. THE BEAUTIFUL GAME. RAISE

can you buy them? Every part of the earth is scared to my people - every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy

THE WRITTEN WORDS BY HELLGOD?S UNHOLY SON PREVENT HIM FROM RETURNING AND SAVE THE WHOLE WORLD THROUGH THE VALLEY OF SIN LED BY THE WHISPERS OF HOLY WIND