Guyana (Cult of the Damned) – Manowar

Song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6QCzJR7wgo

Background on the idea after the song:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonestown

ShadowWhisper says: “Any murder in the name of God is atrocious and sick. This metal song conveys an important warning…. To me it means: ‘Never drink the kool-aid.’ Meaning do not put your trust in any religious organization… too many people were coarsed by their churches, temples, or whatever to commit murder. Look at the Burning Times (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burning_times), as well as the murder of Aztec and Inka in the name of a god for gold. I refuse to drink the kool-aid and will never join a church, coven or any group of religious nature. I am practicing my beliefs alone. This is my choice and I judge no one who prefer to belong to a group.

Lyrics:

Thank you for the kool aid reverend jim
We’re glad to leave behind their world of sin
Our lifeless bodies fall on holy ground
Rotting flesh a sacrificial mound
Were you our God or a man in a play who took our applause and forced us to
stay
Now all together we lived as we dead on your command by your side

Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand

In the cult of the damned we all worked the land, too afraid to look up
We all feared his hand
Hurry my children
There isn’t much time
But we’ll meet again on the other side
Be good to the children and old people
First hand them a drink
They’re dying of thirst

Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand

Bigfoot, bigfoot thrown in a well
Pulled under water
Screaming like hell
He told us life was just a hotel
Time to check out when he rang the bell

Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand
Mother, mother.

shadowwhisper

I am a well educated, spiritual, peace loving man. I do not believe in harming anyone since it is the basis of my spiritual beliefs. If you don’t like my art, my way of belief or my spirituality, it is your choice. If you however accept me for who I am, I will give you the same respect and cutesy. This Universe was created for all to live in with instructions from all reasonable religions and belief systems that we should tolerate and love each other. I suggest that we do so Love is easier than you think. Hate is hard work, so let’s love.

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