bank, hebron, jerusalem...). we saw your bloody thumbprints on the gun-stocks in beirut, and we heard your hateful footsteps at the temple of the mount
without truce against who would attempt to blemish the honor of the fatherland! War, war! The patriotic banners saturate in waves of blood. War, war! On the mount
Few Ever See Along Black Walls Rise Tier after Tier of Carven Painted Sacrophagi Each Standing in a Niche in the Stone The Mounted Tiers Rising Up To
Teareth With Terrible Violence. Restore the Eyes of the Dead. Collect Their Skulls. Join Their Bones Together Again. Lord of the Temple of the Mount
out of the South Arabia and all, Arabia, Arabia. For when they speak of peace and safety The sudden death will sound. He will climb the temple mount
in political throwback That's not all that I'm here to present you I know about the black pope in Solomon's Temple Yeah, about the Vatican assassins and
Fire descends from on High In the shape of a lion Burn the sacrifice of Pride And ride on to Mount Zion Rub me the wrong way Taking the highway Rubbing
are shedding tears Atlantean empire Eleven thousand and five hundred years ago The great wealthy empire colonized the world Temples of gold mounted
Check it We can go, toe to toe, with the blows to the temple (NOT) Not the Temple of Doom, so make room for the Unamerican Caravan (who you down with
, So shattered the pictures on fire, the winter never lies, but that chemical won't allways keep the empty space full, Bludgeon corrode desecrate the body temple
So much for the wicked bonds strangling inspiration Silent...you retreat into the Temple Desert Urbania and drown... Deep within the mosaic of an
vultures Sleepin' in tha death defying beyond human measurements Into my private temple in tha middle of mount everest Smokin pine as i sky dive off a mountain
my patience growing thin in this relationship. And the greater you in the grave, all the haters in my mind. Findin so many ways to retaliate grab the thirty eight. Holden it to my temple
. Greens got the whiskey Lil? kitty cat frisky I?ll fuck it Tuck it in then split Be out gold thoughts no doubt Olympus mount My count drac My eight track
to run The scourge of God he soon will come Atila the Hun Atila the Hun From the towers of Babylon To the deserts of the sun In temples of mighty Rome
out of the south Arabia and all, Arabia, Arabia. For when they speak of peace and safety The sudden death will sound. He will climb the temple mount