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The Mongoose Club

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You could stretch your hand with a bouquet of roses
I don't give a damn there's nobody who knows this
You could die with your sins off your shoulders
Soon you'll realise that there's no magic

Off with his head
Merchant of lead
Diverting the masses with unholy breath
The door has fallen and the ground painted red
But still no allegiance to the one born of Nejd
His filthy hands all over the crown
The robes coloured an ungodly brown
What did I say, I wanted his head
Give me his son, our demands will be met

Flee the cowards did back to their tents
To never survive these unholy events
Aims abandoned, framed contraption
Women killed, children stolen, pagan adaption
The dead sea's salt, the tears of the widows they left
Stole your animals too, uninstalled antitheft
Bitten, hidden with the bitter villain
Not the devil just a fill-in

The sundrenched ground crumbles under my weight
Righteous blood to fill the plains
The beautiful people demolishing the names
You'll have blood on your hands when it's judgement day

You could stretch your hand with a bouquet of roses
I don't give a damn there's nobody who knows this
You could die with your sins off your shoulders
Soon you'll realise that there's no magic to this
You could stretch your hand with a bouquet of roses
I don't give a damn there's nobody who knows this
You could die with your sins off your shoulders
There is no magic

Rivers of wasted seed
Spawned from the macerated lands of the enemy
Flow through the veins of the holy ones
Devouring the sands of the promised land
Never before has this killed,
The darknesss within us will be fulfilled
Spit that out its beyond the state of bland
No more, step back off my land

Get back
I'm an honest man
Admit the holy son into the promised land
Taking orders, throne to sit on Satan's left hand
The fake becomes the face in spite of everything I am
Little know their actions make them weaker
Morality weighed up in a beaker
No more peasants use my name in vein for I am not a preacher

The sundrenched ground crumbles under my weight
Righteous blood to fill the plains
The beautiful people demolishing the names
You'll have blood on your hands when it's judgement day

You could stretch your hand with a bouquet of roses
I don't give a damn there's nobody who knows this
You could die with your sins off your shoulders
Soon you'll realise that there's no magic to this
You could stretch your hand with a bouquet of roses
I don't give a damn there's nobody who knows this
You could die with your sins off your shoulders
There is no magic

Won't you wake up
Wake up O' son of Nimrud
Won't you wake up
Wake up O' friend of fire
Won't you wake up
Wake up O' son of Nimrud
Won't you wake up
Wake up O' friend of fire

You could stretch your hand with a bouquet of roses
I don't give a damn there's nobody who knows this
You could die with your sins off your shoulders
Soon you'll realise that there's no magic to this
You could stretch your hand with a bouquet of roses
I don't give a damn there's nobody who knows this
You could die with your sins off your shoulders
There is no magic

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