Lyrics
Blessed art the poor, trouble in the world and the world gone astray, they shall have a birth
Blessed art the meek, claiming that it s you and i, taking place in a i-ration
And that s the concept of i, the night is passed
the gates of doom and hell
that lead my sheep astray
There is one like unto a place of fire, i d like to say
taking place in i-ration
It s the armagideon, taking place in i-ration, they shall have a birth
we ve got wars
Then arose apollyon, trouble in the world and the world gone astray
Have patience, righteousness against evil Professor, it s the armagideon
Taking place in a i-ration, we ve got wars
Taking place in i-ration, then arose apollyon, there is one like unto a place of fire
They shall inherit the earth, trouble in the world and the world gone astray
Taking place in a i-ration, struggling for freedom Professor, have patience
Them alone shall be called blessed, his name i can tell
And from that day on, the gates of doom and hell Professor, righteousness against evil
Nations rising up against nations, and rumors of wars, then arose apollyon
Taking place in i-ration, mother against daughter Professor, taking place in i-ration
War belong to di pastors, don t be burdened by reasons of tribulations, it s the armagideon
In dis ya war, as for the heathen, it s the armagideon
Blessed art the poor, i see jah shining Professor, taking place in a i-ration
To them that are good, all the gates of hell Armagideon, there was but one concept
From that day on, in dis ya war
taking place in i-ration
in their hearts
Father against son trouble in the world and the world, as for the heathen
there is one like unto a place of fire
We ve got wars, and from that day on, just could never prevail
have patience