Masters of the Dark Arts La Coka Nostra

[Verse 1: Slaine]
We the Masters of the Dark Arts
Passengers smashed up in the car parts
Glass sticking into the last ticking of hard hearts
This is a massacre, it’s the underground of passages
Fiercest of the animals that run around in Africa
Bastard kids of Lazarus
The laughter of the scavengers
Painted on the ceilings of the chapels of the savages
There’s nothing left that could embarrass us
We conquered the jungle, built a kingdom
And destroyed your whole establishment
Just the idea, the unseen, is insane
The whole world seen through one dream from one king
The pace walked from a gun duel with a ten chant
The Art of War, not a Sun Tzu, but a Rembrandt
There isn’t many who pursue what we do
We bear fruit from the Tree of Life
And feed it though the root of evil
For thousands of years power polluted people
Now our trusted brand stands amidst the madness
Bringing you the sequel

[Hook: ILL Bill]
Masters of the Dark Arts
The masters of puppets
We on another planet
Not even NASA can touch us
Masters of the darkest reaches of reality
Enter the gallery and witness organized anarchy
Master of the Dark Arts
Masters of universal law
Pray for peace but indisputable at war
Masters of the darkest hours of our time
Masters of our destiny
We the masters of our lives