No, I will not rise my hands up No, I will not fall on my knees No, you will not find a humility in me No, I will not bow my eyes before you
I look on your face with scorn And body full of furrows and wounds inflicted by sin This pity image in golden icons Is not worth of divine insignia
No, I will not sing psalms No, you will not hear my prayers No, I will not make the sign of the cross No, I will not make any tribute
You do not deserve to sublime altars Which are posed to your face How pity is your mercy In the world full of sin
Yes, I refuse all means of grace Yes, I liberate my instincts Yes, I am believer in freedom Yes, I follow the shiny pentagram Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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