(Holocaust: Chorus: X2) In the wintertime we go walking in the fields We go to war like Apache and PUEBLO Indians with no shields I float like a white crow Explode like a missile in the dark places of the world Keep the truth and ‘God Be with You' (Holocaust) The impact will rip your shoulders off There are soldiers from the dark side of the planet who walk He holds the key to destroy their enemy When an MC disappeared by the beach, people feared I'm stable to collide You and your crew were tricked in to sitting on a magic bench from which they were unable to rise A misfortune followed his family because three years later they became disabled and died I'm a tyrant far and hazardous art An MC wrestles with violence; his alter ego was levelled 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 desolate island... You're moving in a shadow of life and substance Another MC 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 forty years, battle us ‘The Greatest Story Ever Told', my katana blade is cantankerous 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 Indian dummy sitting in a chair with a smile on his face there To the evil monarch family, I bring despair Inside my soul there's lions, tigers and bears A ghost like the river, signs of the apocalypse My gun occupants, above the surface world is a metropolis But I'd rather live down here in the ridge with a tomahawk and headdress Holding thousands of Indian Braves hostages I'm like the vision in the eye of a giant great white shark as he swims Or the hyenas in the desert, glowing eyes making noise at night, 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 cottage in the woods an MC tries to walk And he can't move his feet, so he lifts his arms up to plead to God And is transformed as you see into an old stretching, withered tree (Chorus 2X)