Staring with bleak eyes Behind a pale white face The cape of sin has bent down their backs
Begged in life and serve in death Below a wooden cross Betrayed by the almighty Sign of Christ
When turret clock comes near midnight The church bell calls for their servants Among the sad gaze of the dead Damned to see them all again
Right in the middle Of this well known crowd I feel the weakness in every heart
Nearly saying these creatures Get what they deserve I recognized we finally must burn Down the spell of lies and greed Crush the church and hang these goatfucking Priests
Free the sons and raise The daughters of our soil To claim what is oursTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
