Letra da Música: Warghosts - Holocaust

Ghost town renegades ___ September days
An enemy writer thinks machines are conspiring against him
A thousand henchmen
Three soldiers explore the site of a last stand by Indians
Your sky planet is shot down and imprisoned
A women resists efforts to give her perfect beauty
Leads the residents to believe the Robot Tank's ghost is in their community
Scientists explain some of the deadliest threats to humanity
Psychics, animal communicators, psychiatrists uses visions against insanity
Members of a rescue team encounters deadly dinosaurs behind a door
Railroad action is more frequent in the 1800's, hardcore
Innovative studies on sexual behaviour
A couple awakes in strange surroundings with Indian drug lord and a man stands pallor
Siberian apocalypse, my criteria documents
A condemned man plans his execution
My force knock a pilot out of his cockpit
A man with reoccurring nightmares fears sleep
A hoodlum shot by police, thinks she is in Heaven, inner city deep
Scandal rocks an army regiment when a suspected General is found dead again
___ rolls over the shadowy world of death squads and extermination camps
With bad medicine, some warriors thought to believe their hearts is in their stomachs
A hundred yards over the rim there are zombies by the hundreds

[Bomshot]
The Warghost, son we setting up more posts
We only got two arms but we holding up four toasts
The head holders rolling with dead soldiers
Bringing fire from the Sun down to Earth and then scold you
My hearts cold, it's like my minds hotter than Hell
Catch a spell and leave you lost inside an empty wishing well
Inside the bottomless pit, you guys ___ when I spit
That it release a toxic gas that make your heart turn to shit
My style remains rugged like dusty World War II boots
You can bring all your recruits, you'll still need more troops
Bombs like wombats, prepare for Mortal Combat
I'ma bring it with possible harm, and where your moms at
None of your best vets could ever fuck with us
Get every bone in your body straight crushed to dust
I lust for puss, make you fucking shit out your guts
Stab wounds at full moons is a plus for us
Cobwebs and frog legs, eating bloody dog heads
Sacrilege blasphemous rhymes, you think God has only one year left
You pussy's scared to death
I let you marinate in Hell just to prepare your flesh
If you don't lose your knife, you gonna lose your life
Then we gonna have to bring out the burial tools tonight
You fools can't fight, up on it, fucking bruise your site
Then assault your battle crews and ___________, right

[Holocaust]
A solar explosion raises temperatures drastically
Follows the trail of mysterious of death of microphone athletes
The dark curse three years after a meteor devastates the Earth
A computer manufacturers death, neon heater, mantrap lurk
On the hillside of the forest's cape
A strange man has knowledge of the Star Gates
'Snow Dog' werewolf, a group of cameras would rather
Programmed for murder, panic to receive a top secret tank schematic
In the mountain communion with no observer
With six danger battalion's attempts to penetrate thirty miles behind enemy lines
In order to rescue one thousand POWs, the samurai is blind
Scrambled to stop an underwater disruption that threatens to destroy mankind
Perhaps some underground factory Deep 11
Employs thousands of concentration camps workers to manufacture the Robot Tank's secret weapons
Some killers choosed by types of vengeance
Murderers sometimes use to silence people who threaten the system
An excavation reveals four skeletons
A bad man shoot a bird out of a tree
What better than Indian feathers ____
Many restored lighthouses are close to being lost forever
The buzzing pyramids of Mexico, the illicit, horrific misery
And gang of bikers who killed a drug dealer in the street
A young woman escapes death, a man leads an expedition in Germany
A butchered skull of a young man found in a pit, you learn in a dream
May be part of a mysterious atomic bomb
Focuses on his violent rise to power
Some military genius, a woman who witnessed the murder by a song
In this vital hour, missed Go-Go bout
You'll be bullet riddled, bloody, tryna get your pistol cocked
The long ___ forearm, shot in the head
Slumped on the side of a ___ house
At night I escaped the flames of Typhoid Mary
There are other Indian tales more scary
You are then stricken with every kind of disease and every kind of sickness
You are then taken with various diseases and paged, then die of illness