He was just a kid at that time Age of 9, a life ahead And soon to destroy his life The priest came to take his hand Sweets in hand to approach the victim Preaching God's love, joy and hope Perverse mind behind his grin His dick hard under the robe
Christophilia
Crucifix and incense The boy's heart full of fear Gayhood of priests and sodomy The boy's eyes full of tears Nine more years would pass and his Desire of revenge grew Memories of penetration Serving as rage generation Sunday morning, on the church steps Automatic gun in hand Safety off, the doors slam open As the priest is blessing the damn wine and bread
Christophilia
If the Almighty allowed my pain Then all his followers must pay If you really believe your God Pray and see if you will be spared No one left alive, now His revenge is but complete Stained with Christian blood are The altar and crucifix One last round in chamber He aims the gun to his head One last shot was heard His pained mind had now found rest
Christophilia
Hey you damn Christian preacher This is your goddamn church and faith Stay assured, your shame or repentance Will never stop my rageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
