your poison from this land I'm here to stay, eradicate your seed with my bare hands Holy Land I'll fight you with this arrow in my hand Holy Land Running
Vertaling: Riot. Heilige Land.
men come to soil this holy land Pontiac, gather your men and meet me down below Until they learn, they must pay with the seeds in life they sow Holy Land
Holy Land I'll fight you with this arrow in my hand Holy Land Running from the valley to the sand On my way, I must erase your poison from this land
within my motor neurons It contained the approximate date of, 'The Apocalypse' Deposited in scripts of the 20th century prophets The clock ticks, tick, tick, tick upon the land
his land Mr. Inferno he is responsible Holding the lifes of his man in his hands A hellish old man plans the overkill riot he letz his land bleed till
Fallen angels cry to get back home When they lie along the city roads A coat of steel won't save them from the unknown In another life they ruled the land
born child Whose mother has been crushed Suffocating clouds of smoke Over smoldering remains Blackening the blood red sky Looking like a wild new land
Hallowed Land No turning back, it's not a game The reign of lies must come to end Your armies vast devour the worlds And conquer lands on their way
motor neurons It contained the aproximate date of The Apocalypse Deposited in scripts of the 20th century prophets The clock ticks, tick, tick, tick upon the land
of his land Mr. Inferno he is responsible Holding the lifes of his man in his hands A hellish old man plans the overkill riot he letz his land bleed till
