I'm spittin' game Niggas underestimate my pimpin' but mackin' but trippin' sprayin' Layin' skanky bitches to the canvas and bustas can I man (Koopsta Knicca) Mystic Styles of the ancient
head A magi of great renown Turbulence and war begins Death and torture in his name Decadence and deceit and lies Abjured by him the same Trials inquisitions of witches
, brainwashed sheep bow your head, fall to your knees beg to your messiah to guide you and forgive you for your ignorance, intent and fucked interpretations of an ancient
the Mother Moon We will be there soon When the spinning ceases you can dance no more Kiss the silent earth We will tell our children of the Ancient
by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournaments begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient
by the sun I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune The choir softly sing Three lullabies in an ancient
the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient
While the black smoke of the stakes Inquisition was spreading his fetid Pall over the Spain The terrible and ancient Papal Inquisition Continuing his
Of the common man We respect the rights of the common man We must respect the rights of the common man..... No witch hunt executions to be held in the
When the Gates have all been opened When the Funerals Never End When Satans Power Paint our Hearts and Satisfies our Souls When Witches Burn the priests When the Ancient
With the dying breath of the blind witch came the prophecy from the land of myth and dreams into reality From the old kingdom of magic the griffin descends
Brandish thy sword, I'm the Lord of Lords. Into the burning horizon I ride I'm the one who built the pyramids of Egypt over a night I woke the ancient
Give me the art of cheating and deceiving of thy dreams May each and all become the death of ancient winter screams Thus on her knees shall bequeath
says yes indeed in me Proceed with what your leading me to It's such an ancient pitch but one I wouldn't switch 'Cause there's no nicer witch than you
, Earth. Winter, Air. Daughter, killer. Mother, blood. Wolf, salmon, deer, fox. Pauper's princess. Christ's desire, Live, Evil! Hail whole woman! Hail Satanic Witch
to infant light The cycle of ancient times has begun Io'Evohe we are reborn Candlemass brings the (growing) child sun The triple goddess comes shining down As witches
infancy The music and voices are all around us Choose they croon the ancient ones The time has come again Choose now, they croon Beneath the moon Beside an ancient