Here they come,
The fiendish friends
In chameleon clothes,
With deceitful heart
And sinister minds,
Prepping their victims for Golgotha.
Golgotha! Golgotha! Golgotha!
In your compound lays millions of sculls,
The guilty and the non-guilty,
The hopeful and the hopeless heads,
Golgotha, the camp of slayer
And the agent of death.
Prep me not for the Golgotha,
For I am not of your kind,
I am fully aware of my mind,
The desire I have is not of your abode,
I have a covenant with the agent of light,
I have an understanding with the Prince of Peace.
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