Gospel Oak by Hrada

Gospel Oak

Come, gather  round, O  brethren come
Our march has just begun
With the blood that´s in our veins
We´re entitled to rule inferior men

Hatred, greed and fear is a sinister mix for man – yet here we stand.

Words falling dead to the ground
As the drops of blood trickles down the bark of the gospel oak
(Aint no grave gonna hold me down)
Words falling dead to the ground
From the men around the gospel oak
(Aint no grave gonna hold me down)

My brethren, I have communed with the Lord
His task for us is enslave and control
I don´t care for the New command
Coz it s the old world I understand

Strange how a task so dire
Matches up with the Lord’s desire

Words falling dead to the ground
As the drops of blood trickles down the bark of the gospel oak
(Aint no grave gonna hold me down)
Words falling dead to the ground
From the men around the gospel oak
(Aint no grave gonna hold me down)

Words falling dead to the ground
as the drops of blood trickles down the bark of the gospel oak
(Aint no grave gonna hold me down)
Words falling dead to the ground from the men around
Coz it s the old world they understand

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