[Chorus x2: Holocaust]

In the winter time, we go walking in the fields

We go to war like Apache and rebel indians with no shields

I float like a white crow, explode like a missile

In the dark places of the wall, keep the truth and God be with you


[Holocaust:]

The impact'll rip your shoulders off

They're are soldiers in the dark side of the planet who walk

He holds the key, to destroying the enemy

When and M.C. disappeared, by the beats people feared

I'm stable to collide, you and your crew were tricked

Into sitting on a magic bench from which, they were unable to rise

A misfortuned followed his family, because three years later

They became disabled and died, I'm a tyrant far and hazardous art

An M.C. wrestles with violence, his alter ego was leveled in a riot

On his way to the war, he was bitten by a snake

Because the smell of his wound and his cries made him offensive

His companions left him on a delosate island...

You're moving in a shadow of life and substance, another M.C. got amped

Now I'm viciously dragging his body back to the camp

It looks like fire and an explosion, leave your back blew in

Your whole state get ruined, a giant California bruin

You're just a broken machine, who thinks he's a human...


[Chorus x4]


[Holocaust:]

The good Lazarus, I've been missing for 40 years, battle us

The greatest story ever told, my catolic baters can't taker us

A black dragon flying around two towers in a land that's hazardous

You bite down on a bullet for a time, and after that, return to dust

Like an idiot-dummy sitting in a chair with a smile on his face there

To the evil monarch family, I bring despair

Inside my soul, is lions, tigers and bears

A ghost like the river, signs of the apocalypse

My gun occupants, above his service war is a metropolis

But I'd rather live down here in the ridge, with a tomahawk and head dress

Hoarding thousands of indians, braves, hostages

I'm like the vision in a eye of a giant great white shark

As he swims, or the hyenas in the desert glowing eyes

Making noise at noise, Seraphim, I was burned as a witch

You are stuck on a ship, inside a bottle

You live inside a painting, and move, once a week

And near the cartage in the woods, and M.C. tries to walk

And he can't move his feet, so he lifts his arms up to pray to God

And he transform as you see, into an old stretched and withered tree


[Chorus x2]