ترانه:
Nascidos De Deus

rato, pega, pelo amor de Deus Ontem li num almanaque Aventuras de pastores e cordeiros Quando eu terminava, uma voz de rua Disse coisas certas, pelo amor de Deus

Born Allah.. Sweet Daddy Grace.. The Supreme Being.. Love Allah.. Ill Boogie.. [echoes] [Verse One] Rap is my bitch, but right now she got me pissed

It was back in the time of Victorian splendor When into the nightmare of lust she fell Like the flower in November she could not surrender Across the

Riding in righteous rage, laying waste the land Killing women, children, beast and man Raping the young, torturing the old Forging your way to streets

Born on the battlefield, heat of the melee during a Vanir raid Before he had lived to see fifteen snows his name by council fires was praised Intent

[Music and Lyrics by Howie Bentley] Call me call me a thief and liar The flames lick higher and higher Caught up in a web of your own weaving Your undoing