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The Four Horsemen
Aphrodite's Child
And when the Lamb opened the first seal
I saw, I saw the first horse
The horseman held a bow
And when the Lamb opened the second seal
I saw, I saw the second horse
The horseman held a sword
The leading horse is white
The second horse is red
The third one is a black
"The last one is a green"
>One Boob
>The YT vid did seem a tad random even for this board. Kek
fyi- The last horse is not a bewb. kek
>Lock up your wife and children now
Kill for gain or shoot to aim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season.
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.
The killer's breed or the Demon's speed
The glamour, the fortune and the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's strain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers
The Napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast… YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune and the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions, to make a better kind of gun.
The killer's breed or the Demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune and the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Midnight… is all night…
Midnight… all night.
It's a fipple …
These politicians that are millionaires are living like millionaires … every day, week, month … every fucking year that we have been here.
I don't think they have a problem buying eggs and gas.
Their words mean so little.
>[more crying; he must know how ridiculous that sounds
Anon has the feeling that he got paid alot for that. A L O T