Lyrics: Immanuel Dreessens-Owusu
Music: Immanuel Dreessens-Owusu/Justin Scott Smith
This is the time
Be ready for that
Ah yeah
We feel alright
Now get your hands up
We all feel it now
We all feel it now
Down down
A crime of passion
A Spiritual War
Something somewhere wicked comes
People prepare for Spiritual War
Something somewhere wicked comes
People prepare for Spiritual War
The war of the free
The war of the dead ah yeah
Fate flings it’s ancient hand on our heads
Burning the words incensed
The manic of action
The crime of passion
The crime of war
Something somewhere wicked comes
People prepare for Spiritual War
Something somewhere wicked comes
People prepare for Spiritual War
Well I sneak through the backdoor
Nothing to find
The smell it still lingers
Yet nothing to find
The smell of decay and stagnation
Mixed with the uncomfortable passionate sweat of a Spiritual War
Something somewhere wicked comes
People prepare for Spiritual War
Something somewhere wicked comes
People prepare for Spiritual War
Blackrock speaking ‘bout recolonise Africa
Like the CIA didn’t exile Nkrumah
And they plant their flag in the heart of our hearts
And they give us aid yet they keep our leaders dumb
Something somewhere wicked comes
People prepare for Spiritual War
Come down to this Level
Through the ends of the ends
Something somewhere wicked comes
People prepare for Spiritual War
The inner
The origin where we begin
The centre the cradle
The best will persist in the sphere
Someday the rest will resist and recycle
In this cycle of war
One hand seen
And one hand covered
You say apathy is my friend
Yet distraction will be my end
The Spiritual War
My brothers and sisters
The Spiritual War
We gonna face it
Berɛ na so (The time is so/time is running out)
Berɛ na so (The time is so/time is running out)
People prepare for Spiritual War
More than destiny of death
Those stone built the world
Don’t tell me about the end
Tell me how you’re going to get there oh
The rhythm goes on
The rhythm goes on
The rhythm goes on
In the dead ah yeah
Fate flings it’s ancient hand on our heads
The rhythm goes on
Burning the words incensed
The manic of action
The passion
The rhythm goes on
May the worthy release to the end of the end of the end
The rhythm goes on
May you find your feet on this path
As you walk the road
On the Spiritual War
This is the time
Today is the today
The Spiritual War
Face it
Berɛ na so (The time is so/time is running out)
Face it
Berɛ na so (The time is so/time is running out)