Letras:
Ancient God Loves The Dead

Time, Time Join Me And Tear Them All To Shreds You're Gone Dead But Still Here A Lifeless Stare That No One Can Save I Am God, God Of Your World Holy

and a god And he will die too. Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins Silent the terror that reigned - marbled in stone Shell of a man God preserved

From the north, from the south, and from the east and from the west, we Invoke our ancient gods and goddesses. Bless our conjuration, for we have Gathered

trace, to the other side, faith in god atlas has died. Aged and faded, Christianity, dying down in it?s disease, Heaven hated, never know his love, leave

?) Every time right before we shower and pray (HA!) You damn right the AK, symbolizes Jihad But a holy war, is a conversation with God You bitch niggaz

to tell of his story To tell his tale wherever he goes To teach God's word by his own example That we must love all things that God made. And the wedding

to the test teach it to be a wise man how to fool the rest. QUOTE We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional God is an overwhelming

slave burial grounds Dead cooks, workers and maids, under this Earth in rage Ancient whore houses that explain my sexual ways Money and murder: interprets the American dream The world loves

dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get what you love, be a chain to cause You're alive right now There's so many that's dead or locked up inside