God Be With You - Blue Sky Black Death

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)