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.