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The Scotch-Irish Viking

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The Scotch-Irish Viking

Tragedy Inspirational Others

Wave Goodbye

Wave Goodbye

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[Sigh]...

I'm just worn out.

I mean... Not my muscles...

My soul.


I'm worn out. Been torn out...

of the spiritual place that I came from.

At war now. Won't conform now.

God, grant me the grace, to not go numb.


Too much plastic that I must shed.

It's getting drastic,

what they're putting in our head.

I feel like elastic that's stretched too thin.

Love has gone flaccid. No blood within.


I want you all to get up. And see that it's a

set up. There never gonna let up 'till we

lose the spirit war.


I need you to be fed up. I'm tryin' to give a

heads up. The Pope and the Beast have met

up with Babylon the Whore.


Call me what you will, it makes no

difference to me.

You will just fulfill the darkest part

of prophecy.

They will never kill our words that

live on through philosophy...

And through all the blood they spill,

they'll never achieve victory.


I've prepared my banner.

Hear my battlecry.

My heart is like a lion

and I'm not afraid to die.

There's no sense in tryin',

All their liein', I defy.

All the death we're buyin',

Useless cryin', Wave Goodbye.


Been sworn out. Was born without...

The skill on my face to call your bluff.

The swarm is out, find another route.

They feed on each other, can't get enough.


Too many obstacles in the way.

It's almost impossible,

to believe what they say.

The problems colossal,

we're never gonna win.

The world is too hostile,

and corrupted with sin.


I need you all to get up. And see this evil

set up. There never gonna let up 'till we

lose the spirit war.


You gotta all be fed up...

Stop drinking blood from the Vatican's cup.

The Pope and the Beast have met

up with Babylon the Whore.


Take their tainted pill, it makes no

difference to me.

You will just fulfill the plague within

our prophecy.

I will never kneel to words and

doctrines of hypocrisy.

I will die before they steal, the

golden crown that waits for me.

They will never kill our words that

live on through philosophy...

And through all the blood they spill,

they will never achieve victory.


I've prepared my banner.

Hear my battle cry.

My heart is like a lion

and I'm not afraid to die.

There's no sense in tryin',

All their liein', I defy.

All the death we're buyin',

Useless cryin', Wave Goodbye.


I'll be the phoenix flyin'

from the ashes of our past.

There's no use in cryin'

Wave Goodbye, We're diein' fast.



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