[Jekyll] Its over now I know inside, No one will ever know... The sorry tale of Edward Hyde, And those who died... No one must ever know... They'd only
Come we go burn down Babylon one more time (Come we go burn down Babylon one more time); Come we go chant down Babylon one more time (Come we go chant
Woy a, natty congo A dreadlock congo I Woy a, natty congo A blackman redemption Woy yo, yo yo A blackman redemption Woy yo, wo wo No need no need to
Give thanks and praises to the Most-I (Jah!); Give thanks and praises so high (so high). He will not deceive us my brethren; He will only lead us again
Wo, man, deh you are! When the race gets hard to run, It means you just can't take the pace. When it's time to have your fun, You find the tears run
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, yeah! Well, it's not easy, It's not easy Speak the truth, come on, speak. Eh, now! It ever cause it what it will: He who hide
Rastaman, live up Bongoman, don't give up Congoman, live up, yeah Binghi-man don't give up Keep your culture Don't be afraid of the vulture Grow your
Stiff necked fools, you think you are cool To deny me for simplicity Yes, you have gone for so long With your love for vanity, now Yes, you have got the
(Scoop, scoop, scoop, scoo-doo; Scoop, scoop wa-doo.) Up a cane river to wash my dread; Upon a rock I rest my head. There I vision through the seas of
Will you destroy the righteous with the wicked Shine your mercy on but fifty men Show me ten yet worthy to see the sun again Though you?re naught but
This is the voice of disquiet A blue collar massacre Calling up from the belly of the south We will be heard Throw it in gear You wanna drive us down
Silent, grimly faced, we march them down Calls from above, behind these walls these cowards hide This city, this land, a promise we have to claim Stretched
Behold I come like a thief, my kingdom I bring I come to purge the Prince of Death from off the earth To war, to bring death not peace, to cleanse now
Lovesick, lost and cold and lonely With a gutful of nothing And I?m long since past my limit But my fuse is just a string Friend, you?ve shown me ever
I would sleep without dreams and know everything As death finds us breathing and all but believing We sleep and we dream in the arms of the sea Drowning
We are your shield, the line in the sand We take your bullets and we make your stand A scatter shot payment For each and every sin Through storms of
Laid to rest, the burdens of battle And time run their course and he falls In the charge of the angels Through the veil over Jordan and home Rise up
Move in circles and unwind Feel the rhythm and the lines Are you satisfied? Fell the need and just collide Swear your best intent and ride Into the edge