Awaiting the Hour ILL BILL (Ft. Killah Priest)

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
The gladiator's here [?] severest
The stage is a colosseum, skull and bone mausoleum
Also they play my rhymes, art museums
Where I display my dark gothic teachings
You can see ’em, my rhymes form from mind storms
Lyrics are blizzard, no signs of warmth
Children behind the corn, big silver rosary beads
Blows underneath my feet
Thick [?] of patchouli oil
Blessed dry hemp inside aluminum foil
Tattered arm, slow motion when I walk back 'round
You hear the Vatican songs, hymns from the Catholic cons
Master my psalms, black skies, Rabbis
Bats fly followed by my entrance
Splendid vengeance venting relentless
Vintage rhymes bless blood, splash guts
Flash to cannon of ash, the aftermath after life is grim
Light turns dim, you grab the mic again
You hermaphrodites will grin
I was born from two Seraphims, pleased the Nephalim
Genesis Six chapter, guess again
The son of God had sex with the daughters
Blessed, name was Walter
Second quarter, I'll bring you all to the alter
Prepare for slaughter and the offering
Arastaph Christ cross in a sling of David
Arming Rob in the haunting bars
I spit Egyptian mysticism
I’m more disturbed than Richard the Third
This is the word