miystikal warrior

some wherre deep in my soul
liesd the fire from below
an eternal everlasting flame,
ignited by the fuel and love of my people,
let my people go,
for i shall return without mercy,
and i will kill those who obestruct
the path of justice,
days of thunder,hear me cry.
the burden of proof
is the burden of time,
guilt sentence,even though,
we havent committed a crime,

before that!
set me free,
teach me how to fly,
let my soul soar up high,
in the alimighty skies,
damn bish,
blair
and all the reptiilian friends
and thgeir clones,
damn all those who seeds the skies,
and chhange the weather,

my soul travels to territories unknown,
it is freedom,
free dome,
coz we re not free inside ofa dome,
i am in search of freeness,
inside this collsuem,
in maa pangaa agayaa

our ship called earth,
i raise the sword up hih,
and my battle cry
will be heard in the four corners of the earth,

i am mystikal warrior
who dwells between the matephysical and physical world,
the day,i leave this physical plane,
is the day,
that my ancestors will call me,
and then and only then

i know i will be free,
earth is the battllw ground,
inside in this battle dome,
called north amertikkka
aftera nuclear holocaust,
no more sounds,
in ythe dead winter zone,

it will be the last day of this modern day rome