On holy ground we walk, rites given to all
Yet so few hold the knowledge, the open eye
Under the guise of righteousness
the doctrine is planted
Black seed infesting
Death worship marks the children
Branded by the sickness
The knowledge of the east
The fuse to the centre of the mind
of the earth, of the heavens
Blood as back as s***e
Blood runs still from the holy
Behind no dcors does it hide
Only unseen to the blind
Yet so few hold the knowledge, the open eye
Under the guise of righteousness
the doctrine is planted
Black seed infesting
Death worship marks the children
Branded by the sickness
The knowledge of the east
The fuse to the centre of the mind
of the earth, of the heavens
Blood as back as s***e
Blood runs still from the holy
Behind no dcors does it hide
Only unseen to the blind