On blistered feet Still marching on Hands held in prayer All hope is gone
Lash on your back with pure intent Welts on your skin The punishment
Raise your whip and flay your flesh Join our congregation True believers come with us In corporeal damnation
To feel glory, When sinew is stripped from bone And to feel closer To he who made this our life
Embracing the shame Of sins that you've seen It won't go away You are so unclean
The pain and the guilt It all seems so sad The penance is just Or deeds gone mad
So many lies to bestow upon yourself Smiling through tears and screams with wounds so fresh Guilt ridden, all for nothing, wretched still Mortification of the sinful fleshTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
