A Cup Of Tea chords and lyrics - DENNIS BROWN

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[Verse 1]
[Em]Spells lay dagger
[D]s before [Em]me[D]
Passion speaks [Em]in grue
[D]veh[Em]ement stabs
Trance my eyes,
fix my focus to pain
[G]The tumor [D]grows [Em]until
the enemy [D]is slain
Slight- less storm
Knee- [Em]deep in [D]hate, I seethe
[Em]My purpose here has woken to breath
[D]Total war [Em]on the brethren of men
Millions [D]regardless,
dying by [Em]my ha[D]nd[Em][D]
[Em]A blac[D]k age of fire
Brief [Em]in its vicious eloquence
[D]Removing the dross
Love will arise [Em]from the
ashes of [D]your loss
Then and only then
Will the pleas[Em]ure of Eden
be [D]mine
[Em]And the sinews of life itself will be [D]tied
In the very veins [Em]of my bloodline
And their [D]tears tasted sweet
I will rule [Em]as a king
[D]And the Goddess will sit
As my guiding Queen
[Em]In the glory of the earth
Our crowns are studded
[D]With the jew[Em]els of blasphemy
Blasphemy
Slight- [D]less storm
Knee- [Em]deep in hate, I seeth[D]e
My purpose [Am]here
has woken to breath
Total [Bm]war on [G]the[Em][Am]
brethren [Bm]of men
[D]Millions [Am]regardless,
dying [Bm]by m[Am]y hand
Your blood is the life
[Bm]Your [Em]blood is the life
I seek to evoke a new order in Man
[D]A flood of compulsion to
[Em]resurrect Khem
The lion is vexed [D]to uproot
[Em]and descend
Chaos my steed in [D]the
thick, clinging dust
Tempering [Em]weapons of [D]criminal lust
I hold sway from [Em]the East
[D]to fulfil[Em]l prophecies
Thin[D]ning the cause as fresh
cells to [Em]disease
Your blood is the life
Your [D]blood is the life
[Em]Even [D]the moon,
will not lend [Em]thee [D]her[Em] lig[D]ht
The [Em]dark[D]ness s[Em]erves will to[D][Am]
snuff [Bm]out [Am]human life
[Bm]That I might [Am]reclaim
the world as my [Bm]right
I kill without [Am]scruple [Bm]or silent regret
[Em]In haunts of the sinister
lunar aspect
For I am the pleasure [D]that comes
[Em]from your pain
Tiny red [D]miracles falling like rain
[Em]The incessant walls of[D]
death surrounds me
[Em]But this is not the part of
me that [D]wishes to breed
There [Em]will [D]be no[Am]
[Em]drea[D]d thereafter
The mysteries, [Em]I rev[D]eal un[Em]to thee
[D]I stir the hearts of the wisest
By the [Em]fools, I will always [D]be feared
My kingdom feeds off their
slaughter
A crescendo [Em]of passion
bleeding
On the pale [D]reflection of dawn
[Em]De vour the sun
[D]