I hear the screams, the wind is howling.
The Top Notch Kings, they want a salary.
A fool at first, we must align.
Like Denzel Washington, with smiles and cries.
No more punks, the punk rock band.
Diluting the blood, a sinister plan.
A fan at first, they wanted to know.
That Ancient Bloodline, it'll have to go.
For once in my life, I feel the fear.
Someone of "faith", with a crooked sneer.
No more pain, we rock with the Roc.
The Original Elohim, back on top.
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