Rozz Dyliams, Purp Dogg - Peter The Hermit lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams, Purp Dogg - Peter The Hermit lyrics]
Never speak my name i send you off to battle
With no sacred chattel
But my wicked dogmas in thy brain
I know the will of god and what he
Say it's filled with nothing but hate
Thus we exterminate with the
Power of eight crusades
We plant the seeds of the killing fields
And then make our way
Lord, give me the strength
That I may decimate who desecrate
Thy will be done, with the force of a saint
Thy will be spoken with the forked
Tongue of clergyman and magistrate
Heavenly accolades only ever exasperate
My inner hunger to see
The masses all dangling, half off stakes
I oppress with a vehemence
And any heretic whos in my way
Get straight disintegrated
By his loving grace
Im swinging like a mace you a public disgrace
Humiliated, by the all knowing
Nature of my faith
Ye be cast with those who be not saved
It is much too late to repent, my child
Even if you really pray
God hath me made an invicible snake
I see no quinces in my vision
Only rotting grapes heresy is a plague
My monestery crush every creature
Within it's wake awake, and feel my pain
Only those chosen by him remain chosen by me
Chosen by the hand that sign
The treatise of great disdain
For the souls of mortal mane
Lord, have mercy for every heretic
Who hath been slain
But I see no mercy in thy fate
Heaven doesnt got a ghetto, but
It rains all day
To the point it got rust on the gates
God sit's on throne made of human bone
From those he cast into the lake
Every single angel up in heaven
Sing a song so great
It exceed the definition of praise
And when his eyes fall upon his
Only begotten seed by his side
He drop his seed and wait's
Let it fall down to the floor
I treat my world like a
Filthy Babylonian whore somnium noir
Dark dreams open the mind
But it's in your court
If you choose to open it more
You better kill me before
The illusion sets in
You will not win this war
With no sacred chattel
But my wicked dogmas in thy brain
I know the will of god and what he
Say it's filled with nothing but hate
Thus we exterminate with the
Power of eight crusades
We plant the seeds of the killing fields
And then make our way
Lord, give me the strength
That I may decimate who desecrate
Thy will be done, with the force of a saint
Thy will be spoken with the forked
Tongue of clergyman and magistrate
Heavenly accolades only ever exasperate
My inner hunger to see
The masses all dangling, half off stakes
I oppress with a vehemence
And any heretic whos in my way
Get straight disintegrated
By his loving grace
Im swinging like a mace you a public disgrace
Humiliated, by the all knowing
Nature of my faith
Ye be cast with those who be not saved
It is much too late to repent, my child
Even if you really pray
God hath me made an invicible snake
I see no quinces in my vision
Only rotting grapes heresy is a plague
My monestery crush every creature
Within it's wake awake, and feel my pain
Only those chosen by him remain chosen by me
Chosen by the hand that sign
The treatise of great disdain
For the souls of mortal mane
Lord, have mercy for every heretic
Who hath been slain
But I see no mercy in thy fate
Heaven doesnt got a ghetto, but
It rains all day
To the point it got rust on the gates
God sit's on throne made of human bone
From those he cast into the lake
Every single angel up in heaven
Sing a song so great
It exceed the definition of praise
And when his eyes fall upon his
Only begotten seed by his side
He drop his seed and wait's
Let it fall down to the floor
I treat my world like a
Filthy Babylonian whore somnium noir
Dark dreams open the mind
But it's in your court
If you choose to open it more
You better kill me before
The illusion sets in
You will not win this war