Vārdi:
Riot Holy Land

your poison from this land I'm here to stay, eradicate your seed with my bare hands Holy Land I'll fight you with this arrow in my hand Holy Land Running

men come to soil this holy land Pontiac, gather your men and meet me down below Until they learn, they must pay with the seeds in life they sow Holy Land

within my motor neurons It contained the approximate date of, 'The Apocalypse' Deposited in scripts of the 20th century prophets The clock ticks, tick, tick, tick upon the land

Fallen angels cry to get back home When they lie along the city roads A coat of steel won't save them from the unknown In another life they ruled the land

Hallowed Land No turning back, it's not a game The reign of lies must come to end Your armies vast devour the worlds And conquer lands on their way

Hallowed Land No turning back, it's not a game The reign of lies must come to end Your armies vast devour the worlds And conquer lands on their way