: [Originally by Black Sabbath] Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death
demonoid phenomenon regulate the flux and reflux so bring it on loose upon the world destruct a juggernaut suddenly the rats are high bleed the masses
: Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields
but bodies are weak Innocents march toward their destruction Suspecting their fate but unable to speak With hands of red and hoods of black They kill
pray disaster for the Land of love and trust Demons plot a way to turn The Heavens into dust. The standard bearers chosen From the mass of Satan's dogs
: Machine Tyranny Anxiety for freedom Ignoring others pain Becoming other prison. Smashing. Pollution damage growing up so high. Mass graves so that
Still black so the one-time react as if under attack Ain't nothin changed but district range, feel no pain Mr. Big Bad Insane Black John McClane with
began to morph And reinvent themself, I grew like a black blade Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast Leaving behind a path of destruction
closing statements, if they should argue Let us beg to differ as we set aside our differences And assemble our own army to disarm this weapon Of mass destruction
what the past done passed us 'Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes Phases that trap us and cage us like classes Foggin' my glasses, lost in a mass
You could pass me to baby's zoo One shot'll turn a nigga face into baby food, blah Get it clear, now, why they lookin' for Saddam? Weapons of mass destruction
Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields are
Generals gathered in their masses just like witches at black masses evil minds that plot destruction sorcerers of death's construction in the fields the
the dead Father killing mother, daughter, son suicide pact Butchers black 24/7, a sign of the times Self-destruction, self destruction A human disease
we do What's tunnel, oh, mind it's soldiaz, I'm bought masterline at this line These bookaz that welfare line and can forget that black on black crime
Ross Bay grave Black mass begins Blasphemous prayers Are being chanted backwards Black pentagram cult Are ripping up dead corpses Burning the chapel The
shores? Like a ship afloat at sea, a Flying Dutchman are we? Destined to roam the seas, locked out without a key Is it curtain call on this theatre so black