The monster of fraud Climb on its back We must descend now The fear is great As the sting on his tale And monstrous body
A funnel of grey stone Down in the depths of hell Ten ditches of evil Bound torture nightmare
Mass of serpents inside The sevenths chasm Curled around their heads Amongst the mournful swarm
Burned down to dust Heaped on the ground Then rose again With anguish and pain
Why are you so keen to gaze at me more than the other mired ones? Now you can see the savage beast that pierces the walls
The Evil Claws Black demon arrives Outspread the wings
A hundred of prongs Tear them apart Push down to the depths of pitch
They're weeping and circling Around Weighed down by metal robes The high priest, Caiaphas Transfixed, Walk upon him
Mass of serpents inside The sevenths chasm Curled around their heads Amongst the mournful swarm
Why are you so keen to gaze at me more than the other mired ones? Now you can see the savage beast that pierces the wallsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
