Viva la Rebellion
The Sheep have lost sight through their thick matted wool
They stay bumpin headz and forgot who is who
Their Shepherd the Wolves don’t know how to shear
They triCk for the sake, Prey on the fear
The Pigs give a damn who or what can’t hold through
Their trough is a flood that no one can chew
Mountains of Zion
So full of grace
The Lord is with thee
Blessed art thou
In the last days of Rome
For you are the light that shines through the cold
Blessed is your chalice
The cup of your blood
The wine of salvation
The womb of your throne
The dawn of your glory
Like the crimson at dusk
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