ohh Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh Innocence burned, a line on the stake Tortured and dumped in nameless graves Centuries waned, authority died Scattering seeds of ancient
's so outrageous, they whisper when they say it When it's really real it's even realer than the matrix Classic, modern, ancient flagrant Get a special
Like a Jew in ancient Spain And for Christ's name did pay with pain Modern day inquisition What is the link between these crafts? Doctors and thieves,
I'm the reason women bleed It's been called The curse of eve Ancient times to modern lies You know my name Turned your pleasures Into pain You made love
I'm the reason women bleed It's been called 'The Curse of Eve' Ancient times to modern lies You know my name Turned your pleasures into pain You made
drifting down the mountainside When in our sight something moved Lightning eyed and cloven-hooved The great god Pan is alive He moves amid the modern
river-o Do I belong to some ancient race I like to walk in ancient places These are things that I can understand Well, I don't believe in your modern
it through And I will know that I am clean know And I will dance and the band will play In the old out to cantina Cause we'll runneth over the ancient clay And
diamond rings or highpriced suits that shine Limosines and flashy things or ancient bottled wine Designer names and lavish things and million dollar hair Modern
no ideals No morals no ethics nobody save me Something there must be someone with answers I see only images of sexual bondage And desire it and other things and
teenage applause clapped out further with no pause On collegiate palms of course their hands so soft Ancient postures of awe for low level modern shocks
level of worth Pleasure and pain! Profit and loss! Victory and defeat! Be prepared for struggle you Arjuna, ancient warrior Now it is vital time for a prime and
in to their doom SPIRITS plundering their very souls IONS displaced from deep inside WEAPONS of the Gods Fusion of the ancient ways With modern tech
house that modern art built I ask for modern art to keep it out the closets The people who might own it, the sins of pride and envy And on the second
and wardship. The treaty of the magna carta will ensure this. Iv. reform City of london have all your liberties Free customs and furthermore; petition
And so the story's told of a hearty group of men it's a tale of their triumphs and their woes. Be it raids and melees ancient or the modern can look
blood on head nationless annihilation and the Christman's religion? Suffer now for the paradise that is to come Chosen Aryan myth birthed and perished
here And it's come to save you and me A lot of people in the ancient world They loved only quiet And then along came the machine And a new direction
