Cypress Hill

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

with God's plan, the journey eternal

Hell fire spreading wide, now you're in the inferno

Pray to God they 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 clutched, swingin' at the unjust

Just once 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

Mark from 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 It's a universal [?], the archangel hang in the clouds and they watch us pray

For the glory of his story, story

Nine of the ten, Guns to the [?], givin' prayers to the fallen

Hymns are callin' if you willin', give yourself and we go all in

Ritual beginning, individual A violent [?], a decendence of height

Feel her soul elevate while enemies lie in wait

I'm sendin' 'em to the gate, with the hate

for losers or born winners, I'm loved

When it's performed, it goes on

The cycle, peretual, death is eventual

You ain't givin' a hundred percent, unacceptable

Mark from the Devil