The prophet is a fool The spiritual man is mad For the multitude of thine iniquity And the great hatred... Everyones trying to decide Where to go when theres no place to hide I follow the bombs as theyre coming down This must have been Hallowed Ground No matter what they decide to have done Burn up the clouds, block out the sun My hope is in one they cant bring down My soul is in Hallowed Ground I see the fear, Its on the rise Lets catch the enemy by surprise Bury your treasure where it cant be found Bury it deep in Hallowed Ground
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