Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warlord, artist - Cypress Hill. Album song Elephants on Acid, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.09.2018
Record label: BMG Rights Management, Cypress Hill
Song language: English
Warlord |
I was born with thunder up in my hands to silence all of the lambs |
I’ve conquered so many lands, put up with whatever man |
A sucker for God’s plan, the journey eternal |
Hell fire spreading wide, now you’re in the inferno |
Pray to God to intervene, you feel it, your inner being |
The sinner sings a song, plays all day |
Will it bring peace, to the hearts of men? |
Spending life on the frontlines of life, to no end |
Waste of time, wasting away |
Wasting the day, tasting the bitterness of hate |
Face of decay, lead 'em off into the dark |
They follow me from the start |
With the light chasin' the demons, runnin' from the spark |
I’m the sword, guns clutch, swingin' at the unjust |
Just one touch from the blade that cuts us |
Leading the rat race where losers are born |
When it’s above you, whatever form, it goes on |
The cycle, perpetual, death is eventual |
If you ain’t givin' no hundred percent, unacceptable |
March on the Devil |
March on the Devil |
March on the Devil |
March on the Devil |
March on the Devil |
March on the Devil |
March on the Devil |
March on the Devil |
I was formed with fire upon the blade |
The violence and the crusade |
The engine is cultivated where the revel is made |
Invading with the horde on a white horse, just a warlord |
The country is war-torn and that’s love, it’s a universal way |
The archangel gon' hang in the clouds and they watch us pray |
For the glory of history, intimate story |
Night of the Templar and the tempest warning |
God’s too delayed, we’ll give the prayers to the fallen |
Hymns are callin' if you willin', give yourself and we go all in |
Ritual beginning, individual strike |
A violent, quick, in descendence of height |
Feel her soul elevate while enemies lie in wait |
I’m sendin' 'em to the gate, kill them, we the hate |
Be eaten at the rat race where losers are born, winners are loved |
When it’s performed, it goes on |
The cycle, perpetual, death is eventual |
You ain’t givin' a hundred percent, unacceptable |
March on the Devil |
March on the Devil |
March on the Devil |
March on the Devil |
March on the Devil |
March on the Devil |
March on the Devil |
March on the Devil |