Prophet of the Fire

awoke upon the battle field in deep cold sweat.
Felt my pulse and now I ain't dead yet.
Dirty hands cause I was back from the grave.
Freed from addiction, illusion th slave.

Let's continue because I'm thus mob deep.
If I speak against the evil they'll put me to sleep.
It is quite simple. Make no waves against the biz.
Man against man. Benjamin's the plan.
But dead president's I don't desire.

I am the Prophet of The Fire

It was dusk as I thrust bust my bedroom door.
Tired and bloodstained I fell to the floor.
What time was it? I can't remember now.
It doesn't matter now cause I took the secret vow.
The underground sound is now prepared.
The AOL will rise against the hell.
With every ounce and every breath,
The war is on from here till death.
Mission: Destroy the empire.

I am the Prophet of The Fire