Sacred Rites - Killah Priest

The sacred rites of the undead

The unseen can read or write the unsaid

The moon turns night and the sun red

Stars fall from the heights, here comes

Upon his tongue was eternal life and bloodshed

And then the waters sprung from his daughter’s head

The pineal where Jacob fell

Wrestle the devil and Gabriel

Black guardians of the gates of hell

Past and modern men deface Israel

A map to the origin to creating cells

From gas to carbon tin, from eight to twelve

The baby swell inside the sack of the spaceship gel

The spirit of Christ compels

After, the flood hit

Then Noah, people made their houses out of mud bricks

The sons of God and the daughters of men blood mixed

Fly like the artificial earth first satellite Sputnik

Night hood gnosticism

Lord, let it now be pressed distortions

Son, surely useless narcissism, the mental disorder

I’m the wind-walker

I ascend from flying saucer to talk to the

Beating drums and

And the Maroons, the ones with locks

It’s shown of people Zimbabwe

The Bantu and Hebrews called Yahweh

From the, the gods too from Allah’s school

The wise speaker from the tribe of Ouachita

And the Iroquois, they said my craft made a scary noise as it landed

I came to they clan as Turquoise, walking as man

Coming from the church

On my path, my road is littered with mics and scrolls exhibits

And where I go, there’s no soul permitted