Konkhra

Fear Of God

Konkhra


This motherfucker knows no civilized fear 
The menace is for real (His hatred you'll fell) 
The bludgeon blows won't heal his twisted soul 
But focus his fathomless goal: 
The burning of a soul 

Fear of God is fear of man 
Spread that fear throughout the land 
Fear of god cannot withstand 
The fear of what you'll never understand 

The throes of peace transformed 
To the throes of death 
The bullits and the sweat 
The inherited threat 
Fall in sync with throes of power 
Your purest thoughts will turn sour 

Opression procures the acting on instinct 
Nothing will keep us from rising to freedom 

Our fear has turned to something stronger 
Our hate will keep us burning longer