Intro
The Book of Revelation 19:11 says:
And there before me was a white horse;
whose rider is called Faithful and True

1st Verse
Everyone wants peace
but it is really time for war,
Spiritual and Physical
the ball is gonna fall
in a hole made for all
who got no Soul following Saul
to be destroyed in the brawl
my fight is lyrical against Baal
you want a war
with Him who made the MetaPhysical
it’s so ilogical is Sadly Comical
all your gods come from comic-con
Kame Hame Ha
I’m the Sar-CasTical
for you I’m way 2 CynIcAl
but I Ain’t ClinIcAl
I Just Seen It All
Seen the Sin In All
I came to Clean It All
for what seems to Matter
to the world is Fecal
trapped in a cubical
making ends meet
then repeat every week
economy is weak
so it will drop like the Beat
every bill burn with the heat
gold and silver, what’s the need
Judgement is at your feet
like a stone coming to defeat
and conquer what’s beneath
destroy the beast and it’s false priest
then the ten toes
iron and clay do not mix
is gonna brake with all gimmicks
leaving no more limits

Chorus x2
Everyone wants peace
but it is really time for war,
[Sword, Famine and Death]

2nd Verse
Everyone wants peace
but it is really time for war,
everybody has heard the rumour
this world can go no more
Good Shepherd at the door
Lion of Yahudah hear the roar
announcing the plagues in store
all the pain for the brain
for the stained feel disdain
here comes the rain
sickle for the grain
only the few with a gain
fire all over the terrain
the rest burning as deserved
hotter than the dessert
your fall desert
the main course
you getting cursed
of course you getting bound
little evil clown going down
I will get my crown
as it was written down

Interlude
A soldier’s gotta do tough choices
ever heard of Cyrus the Great
the King of Persia
he had an army
The Immortals

3rd Verse
The one and only Elohim
designed every created thing
sent the Word and it all came to be,
as a King with authority
made time to make a space for matter
still the masses think that it doesn’t matter
deciding not to honor the Father
following after the Lier
turning truth into satire
I’m already tired
gotta (God I) get you fired
till the masses can see you’re ashes
I got the matches
let me give you light
is to dark in the night