In a holy war from these shores Where lands are hot and dry Nations forged by Gods own hand These kingdoms in the sand A billion dollars everyday The
[D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof] In a holy war from these shores Where lands are hot and dry Nations forged by gods own hand These kingdoms in the sand
Translation: Metal Church. Sand Kings.
All I do is sleep all day and think of you A memory of the cushion's life I'm clinging to The image of a mutual one, our haven The sombre chords of our
fire, all pagan gods were bleeding To dispossess thousands years of wisdom and beliefs, oh Think for a moment, fall astray First step on sand, meant
I've been chasin' after you babe It seem like a mighty long time Oh, I think I'm about to reach Reach the end of my line Oh, the more I think of you
down on my trust try to make me feel Calm, at ease I'm feeling nauseous see What kind of man do you want from me? One for slavery, or a king that rules
Now our blood Travels though the Veins of our Histroy It bursts forth them Boiling black Coulds from the wrists of kings The shadow Lengthens as Time
I see it too? Or is this just continuing man? Throughout all history claiming they all can see But the evidence falters just short of my hand And there are lies in the sand
If I find peace of mind in the sand and the sea There's a hope in my heart that you'll soon be with me There's a prayer that I share with the sand and
girls, we're undeniable Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it one lock West-coast represent Now put your hands up Sex on the beach We've got white sand in
an eye Run on for your life or you can dance you can die She's praying in the sand like she's the last samurai It's a stick up stick up and a pick up
up and then she put me on the move I tried to get away but I couldn't get far 'Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park And I got
"Jeezy, always knew you'd be on top again!" And we 'bout to hit Jacob the Jeweler So I can be like Slick Rick, and rule ya Dr. Martin Louis the King
you decide That I'm your man and you're my girl That I'm the sea and you're the pearl It takes two, baby, it takes two A king ain't a king Without
undeniable Fine, fresh, fierce We got it on lock Westcoast represent Now put your hands up Oooooh oh oooooh Sex on the beach We don't mind sand
by the Pharoahs 'till God sent Moses. Even after he delivered us, it was no bed of roses. For forty years we wandered on the barren desert sand 'Till