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Diamanda Galás - You Must Be Certain of the Devil lyrics
Welcome welcome welcome Welcome to the Holy Day Brother brother brother Sister sister sister You must be certain of the Devil on the Holy Day You must be certain on the Holy Day The flies are coming, mother At the end of the day The flies are coming, daddy To steal my soul away The flies are coming, sister Save your brother while you may Welcome to the Holy Day Welcome to the Holy Day You must be certain of the Devil Because he knows your name You must be certain of the Devil Because he’s counting on your shame You must be certain of the Devil Because he’s the master of the game You must be certain of the Devil Right now. It’s time to take sides Don’t wait up for nobody. It’s time to realize there’s no victim but the willing It’s time to recognize No-one waits for the dead man No-one but the Lord of the Flies No-one but the Lord of the Flies You must be certain of the Devil Because he knows your name You must be certain of the Devil Because he’s counting on your shame You must be certain of the Devil Because he’s the master of the game You must be certain of the Devil Right now. Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God: Defend me from them that rise up against me. Deliver me from the workers of iniquity, and Save me from bloody men. Be not merciful to the wicked transgressors: They run and prepare themselves Without my fault: awake and help me and behold: They belch out with their mouth: swords are in Their lips: for who, say they, doth hear? But thou, O Lord, shall laugh at them. The God Of my mercy shall let me see my desire upon Mine enemies. And at evening let them return, and let them Make a noise like a dog, and go round about The city. Let them walk up and down for meat, and Grudge if they be not satisfied. Because of his strength will I wait upon thee for God is my defense. Scatter them by the power And break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: BREAK OUT THE GREAT TEETH OF THE YOUNG LIONS, O LORD AND WHEN HE BENDETH HIS BOW TO SHOOT HIS ARROWS, LET THEM BE CUT IN PIECES! Bring them down, O Lord, our shield. You must be certain of the Devil Because he knows your name You must be certain of the Devil Because he’s counting on your shame You must be certain of the Devil Because he’s the master of the game You must be certain of the Devil Right now. The good man is present on the Holy Day The good man is ready on the Holy Day The good man is steady on the Holy Day Welcome to the Holy Day The key to the city Is to the man who doesn’t run The key to the city Is to the man who takes a gun The key to the city Is to the man who keeps his friend And to the man who doesn’t leave him till the end The road to the city is paved in desolation. The road to the city is paved in tribulation. The road to the city is paved in desperation. Welcome to the Holy Day The road to the city is paved in resignation. The road to the city is paved in desertion. The road to the city is paved in devotion. Welcome to the Holy Day Welcome to the Holy Day. |
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