Once Again Enter Sandman & To Long Ago Remembrances Of
Distant Days Gone By Like A Passing Breeze Returned &
To Our Russian Brothers & Sisters Again We Salute You!
THAT'S RIGHT...COME ON RUSSIA...YOU TOO>>> YEAH!!!
For It's Time To Re-Enter & Re-INSTATE Happy Days III...
But Still Remember To...
Sleep With One Eye Open...
Grip Me Your Pillow Time
Thus All Of Us Must Still Keep Careful Watch Of
THE BEAST UNDER YOUR BED (from without)
the leaders & people of other countries
But Especially...
IN YOUR CLOSET, IN YOUR HEAD (from within)
the leaders & people of your own country
Don't Forget It Also There Russia...
To Stop "The Beast reAwakening"
Within Your Own Bloody Closets too
Yes you too.. HA HA HA...& We Also...
Thus...
TO Russia, With Love: The New Cold War?
Enter Within A Sweet Lady Liberty's Arena Of
Independent Centrist Green Gladiators & Their
Bitter Sweet Salute To Those of Us...
"The StIll Living"...A GRAIN OF SAND!
Also Thus Dedicated To My Friend...
Grand King Russian Gladiator Zero
It's Now Time My Russian ThemFriend To Bring
Them Triumphantly InTo The Passionsword Arena
As We Spoke Of Doing So Together So Long Ago!!
So Once Again After All These Years A
Grand Heartfelt Gladiator Zero Salute...
~ To Russia With LOVE ~ & Especially To My Friend
The Grand Lead King Russian Glad Zero - PEACE!
&
~ From PassionSWord's King Nothing
~Gladiator Zero~ Who Once Again Salutes You ~ LOVE!
SEE YA IN THE ARENA OR IN ONE ARENA OR ANOTHER!!!
WOW THANK GOD THAT'S GREAT!!! WONDERFUL NEWS!!!
So Good To Hear from The X-ed Back Out From The UnderGround
That Your Still Alive & Kicking Over There In Beautiful Russia!
Thus Dear Friend & Grand Russian King Gladiator Of Peace...
AS ALWAYS... PEACE BE WITH YOU TOO... DUDE!
Signed Sadly, Gladly & Tragically
At The PassionSwords Blades Edge
WE Bitter-Sweet OVER BITTER Gladiators
Of the Society of the Sacred PassionsWord
@The Centrist Arena of Green Gladiators 2000-2008,
Are # Of the Society Of The Sacred PassionSword, a
wholly-owned subsidiary of $ Grand Journey Enterprise
Release LTD a privately-held, Investigative Research
Source of Internet Conspiracy Theory%.
THUS AWAKEN...FOR CREEPING DEATH AWAITS ALL...
Slaves
Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh
Heed
To his every word, live in fear
Faith
Of the unknown one, the deliverer
Wait
Something must be done, four hundred years
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh's son
I'm creeping death
Now
Let my people go, land of Goshen
Go
I will be with thee, bush of fire
Blood
Running red and strong down the Nile
Plague
Darkness three days long, hail to fire
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh's son
I'm creeping death
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first-born man
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first-born man
I
Rule the midnight air, the destroyer
Born
I shall soon be there, deadly mass
I
Creep the steps and floor, final darkness
Blood
Lambs blood painted door, I shall pass
So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh's son
I'm creeping death
As You My Russian Glad Brother along with all our other
Gladiator brothers from all their sacred lands doth also...
Now... WE as ONE gladly pronounce...
CREEPING DEATH COMES NOW TO REAP WITHIN ALL OUR LANDS...
And Thus Gladly Sadly & Tragically
We Thus Doth Become Once More Harvesters Of Sorrow
My life suffocates
Planting seeds of hate
Ive loved, turned to hate
Trapped far beyond my fate
I give
You take
This life that I forsake
Been cheated of my youth
You turned this lie to truth
Anger
Misery
Youll suffer unto me
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
Pure black looking clear
My work is done soon here
Try getting back to me
Get back which used to be
Drink up
Shoot in
Let the beatings begin
Distributor of pain
Your loss becomes my gain
Anger
Misery
Youll suffer unto me
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
All have said their prayers
Invade their nightmares
See into my eyes
Youll find where murder lies
Infanticide
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
I ~King Nothing~ Thus Gladly Sadly & Tragically Await
"ALL Within The Passionsword Arena Of Life & Death"
As You Now Once Again After All These Years
Fade Back... "To Russia With Love"... Black
