In the house of god Perfect place for this ritual The rays of the moon Through the stained glass
Under the holy cross Under the blessing of Jesus Christ Man of god Die in blasphemy
Bound, unclothed, in an unknown language, the priest begs me With the reddish blade of my axe, along his back, I cut his skin He screams in pain, I shred his flesh, his back's butchered Let the bird spread its wings
I search along his spine, the ribs I need to dismember I dig into the raw flesh, punctuated by stridents howls With my axe I debone the carcass of his back Molten blood's lying on the ground
Rise Spread your wings high in the sky Fly Blood eagle of the night Rise
Rip his muscles, pierce the meat Take out the lungs and put them on his shoulders No more noise, no more moaning Just the sound of flowing blood
The ritual is completeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
