Holy Mountain
Holy mountain
Suffer me not anymore
Oh ye big master
Cos I will never give up my soul
To the demons of vanity
What more do I have to loose
If you kill my spirit
What is the essence of life
If the most valuable source of life is exchanged
For materialistic worth
How much money is worth my life
is obviously obvious
This is not a good business
So suffer me not no more
Torture me not again
Stay far from me ye demonic forces
Of vanity and distraction
You can't win my mind
I can't go down this way
So I keep running
Yes i keep running so far away
to pray on top of the
Holy mountain
I keep fighting with my demons
Oh ye big master
Set me free from oppression
Set me free from your opinion
I can't loose my soul for vanity
Holy mountain oh holy mountain
Here I come again
Hear my quest
Save my people
Save our land
Save my soul
Oh God
Holy mountain
My town remains tougher
Confused people everywhere on Biafra soil
Blood shed no longer a new story
Despite it's different and difficult reasons
Rape murder gangs prostitution kidnapping
Of the innocent
Keeps the tougher men stable in economy
Despite the poor pays the cost
Take a walk in the east side down the streets
Despite it richness in nature
Darkness rooms and behold it powers
Over the dignity of my people
So is clear that their is fire on the mountain
So I run run run
Yes I run run run
I keep running so far away
to pray on top of the
Holy mountain
I keep fighting with my demons
Oh ye big master
Set me free from oppression
Set me free from your opinion
I can't loose my soul for vanity
Holy mountain oh holy mountain
Here I come again
Hear my quest
Save my people
Save our land
Save my soul
Oh God
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