YEAH party goers, it's Behind the Stained Glass
Priesthood has returned wit the G/Ciples

Six billion demons falling from out the skies
Black wings enormous, took on the disguise
Amongst the crack fiends and lost ones
They blend in and hide amongst the black teens and officers
It's hard to decide - the track team or the computer offer
Seen they're well aware of the Nazarene
Dragon King last seen on the Offering
But there was others that camе before them and warnеd 'em
They looked like Angels wit the King's robe
They rode in chariots wit horses
Flames blow from out their nostrils
Said his name was St. Job the Apostle
Told me the hood gospel
Gave me the dead street scrolls and a microphone to rock to
The gates are chronicles; this battle will be the colossal
Hostile, so there was a wall over the brethrens on Earth
The same as it was in Heaven
The spirit made from dirt face the demons
They draw their weapons, the Lord is my Sheppard
I shall not want, his Renaissance, it fell apart and hell I would front
Whatever he leaves it freed me, Priest finally the spiritual CD