Guyana (Cult of the Damned)

Thank you for the kool aid reverend jim We're glad to leave behind their world of sin Our lifeless bodies fall on holy ground Rotting flesh a sacrificial mound Were you our God or a man in a play who took ourApplause and forced us to stay Now all together we lived as we dead on your command by your side Guyana in the cult of the damned Give us your sword for the grand final stand Guyana in the cult of the damned Give us your sword for the grand final stand In the cult of the damned we all worked the land, too afraidTo look up We all feared his handHurry my childrenThere isn't much timeBut we'll meet again on the other sideBe good to the children and old peopleFirst hand them a drinkThey're dying of thirst Guyana in the cult of the damned Give us your sword for the grand final stand Guyana in the cult of the damned Give us your sword for the grand final stand Guyana in the cult of the damned Give us your sword for the grand final stand Guyana in the cult of the damned Give us your sword for the grand final stand Bigfoot, bigfoot thrown in a well Pulled under water Screaming like hell He told us life was just a hotel Time to check out when he rang the bell Guyana in the cult of the damned Give us your sword for the grand final stand Guyana in the cult of the damned Give us your sword for the grand final stand Mother, mother.