demise Arise, o things of the abyss Through the rites of passage I implore thee to appear I summon worth your knowledge O, gods of fire, volcanic lava O
and one god only Rastaman discover that is three in one one in three Blessed be on to thee only trinity for iver, for iver And iver more, woh, deh, deh, lord
take pity, please, lord misery how shiny your throne as you view the stage oh majesty, you flatter-see before you o'this our humble play applaud the dance
from the body of Christ {If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend I will yield this witch to thee If thou wouldst draw a veil for me O'er lengthening
from the body of christ "If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend I will yield this witch to thee If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me O'er lengthening
Xeper, Xeper-I-Set Xeper, Xeper-I-Set Xeper, Xeper-I-Set Xeper-I-Apep I am the cruel one, Isfet lives in me I am the power and total victory I'm the
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask thee to stay Close by me forever, and love me I pray Bless all the dear children
loudest praise Teach me some melodious song it Somebody pray me things above Praise His name oh, fixed upon it Name of God's redeeming love O to grace
of day [Rapper 1] Check the rhyme Joyful, joyful Lord we adore Thee And in my life I could not afford Thee 'Cos as youngster I came to know That you
god only Rastaman discover that is three in one one in three Blessed be on to thee only trinity for iver, for iver And iver more, woh, deh, deh, lord
majesty - Bolchoseth - Hau-hra of anti-cosmic might Calling upon thee amidst the chaotic angles I'm praying that thou, o ancient one, Wilt deign to
communion from the body of christ "If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend I will yield this witch to thee If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me O'er lengthening
little Lord Jesus Asleep on the hay Oh, be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask You to stay, please stay Close by me forever and love me, I pray Bless all the
Bethlehem Descend to us we pray Cast out our sin and enter in Be born in us today We hear the christmas angels The great glad tidings tell O come to
daddy's knee Said the big Ben Tuttle of the C &O Road, "The hammer's gonna be the death of thee, lord, lord The hammer's gonna be the death of thee"
on iniquity o Lord! Wherefore lookest thou upon them ... that deal treacherously. Give ear, unto my prayer Father, I have called upon thee (listen to
