You names yourself "The Black Pope" Built a church in Satan's name Dressed your flock in bestial garb Lines your coffin with mortal currency
Sermon of mockery, from the clerical clown Dead end messiah, its vacuum you preach
You ripped the words from red beards mouth Then went on to bastardise DEE There is no law of the trapezoid And you rendered impotent the enochian keys
Sermon of mockery, from the clerical clown Dead end messiah, its vacuum you preach
Now your corpse has voided the soul, you shall face the abyss winds Its tendrils are as claws that shall rip you asunder We will give you credit for one thing, but for all your vacuous lies Extend the vamacharic influence, the emperor remains uncloathed But your life was an ultimate dead end, in his citadel of cards Have you become a victim of your own point?
They could say you reached internal adept In a bankrupt old world roundabout way But you knew nothing of immortality Flesh and blood like everyone else
Sermon of mockery, from the clerical clown Dead end messiah, its vacuum you preachTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
