Masters Of The Dark Arts - La Coka Nostra, Ill Bill, Slaine

We the Masters of the Dark Arts

Passengers smashed up in the car parts

Glass sticking into the last ticking of hard hearts

This is a massacre, it’s the underground of passages

Fiercest of the animals that run around in Africa

Bastard kids of Lazarus,

The laughter of the scavengers

Painted on the ceilings of the chapels of the savages

There’s nothing left that could embarrass us

We conquered the jungle, built a kingdom

And destroyed your whole establishment

Just the idea, the unseen, is insane

The whole world seen through one dream from one king

The pace walked from a gun duel with a ten chant

The art of war, not a Sun Tzu but a Rembrandt

There isn’t many who pursue what we do

We bear fruit from the Tree of Life

And feed it though the root of evil

For thousands of years power polluted people

Now our trusted brand stands amidst the madness

Bringing you the sequel

Masters of the Dark Arts

The masters of puppets

We on another planet

Not even NASA can touch us

Masters of the darkest reaches of reality

Enter the gallery and witness organized anarchy

Master of the Dark Arts

Masters of universal law

Pray for peace but indisputable at war

Masters of the darkest hours of our time

Masters of our destiny

We the masters of our lives

Masters of the Dark Arts, blasting firearms bark

Assassins dive in the high tide and find sharks

Past designed to glide by like cyanide darts

And climb cataracts the size of the sky that blind gods

And give lightning bolts to frightening cults

From a nuclear bazaar bought and sold amongst sheisty folks

Popes, Ayatollahs and Shamans

Ogres and goblins, cobras and moccasins

Soldiers rub shoulders with congressmen

Saudi Arabians own Twitter

Skull and Bones own Google and Facebook

Face/Off, get your face took

Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body

Secret societies got me creeping with the shotty

La Coka Nostra like Peter Gotti

I got an evil army that feast like zombies

A high priest as Ozzy

Carve my enemy’s forehead with tattooed Swazis

We kamikaze like Carmine Lupertazzi

Masters of the Dark Arts

The masters of puppets

We on another planet

Not even NASA can touch us

Masters of the darkest reaches of reality

Enter the gallery and witness organized anarchy

Master of the Dark Arts

Masters of universal law

Pray for peace but indisputable at war

Masters of the darkest hours of our time

Masters of our destiny

We the masters of our lives