Lash in my hand whips sharply It pulls a raw meat I crown the usurper with thorns Blood flows like tears This is the last martyr's path And I am your dark shepherd We stagger to the towards Golgotha Where the culprits die
I am the blasphemer, I am the sower of thruts I am the blasphemer, I am the devil's lash
My hammer hits strongly The dull rusty nail Iron slowly tearing the tendon Combining wasted body with cross Blood flowing from wounds Gives me a pleasant shiver It's time to push the tip into the heart And leave the body to be feed
I rise the wrought iron gate And hear the whisper of beast's satisfaction The stripped from hope are one the arena Believers of Christian lies Look to the eyes of my wild lions Before their sharp fangs will drown in you It's time to satisfy my suffering hunger And leave the bodies to be feed
I am the blasphemer, I am the sower of thruts I am the blasphemer, I am the sign of SatanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
