Now the world is fed with anger You move your pawns for your war You pretend to be the new avenger Everybody wants you like the new star But there is one thing you forget The core is not dead, not yet You claim to be the hand of God But alone, facing yourself inside you realise you are the
Whore of the Gods
They welcome the star you are They thank you for sending their sons to war They drink you morality They sork the words you say, docilely Rains purify the earth But not your soul soiled at birth The crux of the universe Is not your problem, you're cursed
Man unsound, king uncrowned im hass gezeugt Und erzogen, you're torn alive, taking refuge In faith, hands covered with blood
Man unsound, king uncrowned, roi Plagiaire enivre de sang You're torn alive... Taking refuge In faith, hands covered with blood
You're born to dominate, to hate And decimate while we're born to Create and to complete our fate Watch human decadence... Falling Fake democracy... All Liberties dying democadencia
Democadencia - Resist to the final shock
Democadencia - We'll never give a fuckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
