many more must die Cut down like wheat beneath a scythe And though our limbs maybe weary Of ripping, slashing, cleaving blows We face an endless host
our love is true Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright Six saintly shrouded men
cream-filled, Space Ho's, taste out of this world With luscious creamy inside, soft cake outside You get a big delight, in every bite Yup, smart space men
end I watched grown men moan, and women weep as you quietly descended six feet deep but the spirit ascended before our wet eyes a gift from god, returned to sender though
Men Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest, we walked across the fields to see the children of the West, Ww saw a host of dark skinned
Kneel not down unto that darkly shining abyss... Life as death, night to day.. Centuries crawl, and fade away.. Race of men, kings of earth... turn