Heavy Metal Kings - The Final Call lyrics

"Houston police say that the CIA and the
FBI both say that Carnaby never
Worked for either agency, but his family
Tells a very different story
Saying the 52 year-old spent about
Thirty years serving his country"

Ayo the pilot had his gun drawn
Like when the shoe-bomber Richard Reid
Bit that stewardess’ thumb off
You're done for
When you die, you go to Heaven
Till then welcome to Hell Spawn
Celtic Frost at the Felt Forum
I’m never wrong stop acting tough
Smart criminals can steal more money
With laptops than with a mask or a gun
Intelligent, relevant heretic
Elegant terrorists
Presenting death sentences with
Malevolent eloquence
Label you larger than Hajj and spark a Jihad
Adolescent martyrs in mosques bombs
While the lords of war barter their arms
Concentration broken by the sound of
Fight jets barking at God
Gat shooters they snatch AKs and chains
My shooters snatch planes and
Cause international mayhem
In the mountains of Caucasia
Caught four Pagans in an orgy with lord Satan
Onward the war rages

I’m surrounded by hatred and lust
Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns
Lace you with drugs
Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind
Men with guide dogs
Design wars, it’s the final call
I’m surrounded by hatred and lust
Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns
Lace you with drugs
Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind
Men with guide dogs
Design wars, it’s the final call

Phony money and economics
That’s the shit predicted by the prophets
Black guns, Black Helicopters
What is the connection between
Jesus and the Shriners?
What is the connection to
The virus and Osiris?
That’s why the gun is always on the hip
I learned to never sleep on
Devil and to come equipped
I don’t never speak on nothing
Always button-lipped
Whether it’s why the sun exists
Or if it’s rugged shit
Y’all are devilish and Vinnie
Move with God power i called Bill
Told him meet me at the God hour
It’s never been a question whether
Or not I’m star power
The only question is whether or
Not the God’s sour
Yeah, in other words sick of the Amorite
Reverend Dr malachi Z york had it right
Dealing with sound right reasoning
And acting right
Teaching people how to handle ratchets
And a hatchet right

I’m surrounded by hatred and lust
Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns
Lace you with drugs
Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind
Men with guide dogs
Design wars, it’s the final call
I’m surrounded by hatred and lust
Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns
Lace you with drugs
Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind
Men with guide dogs
Design wars, it’s the final call