Now the darkness in naked Now the chaotic dance in the fog Which draws the insane eyes It overwhelms your trembling body Everybody is dancing round this emptiness The successor has already been chosen From God's peers
He's wearing purple And He seizes the throne His insignia burning His hands And nobody gonna compensate The tears they cried Everything dies In this moment
God himself puts out all fires With your blood The faces rinsed with red Rotting like maggots in the mud It's mystery of begging and death The sun of hate and curses Born among the contempt
The subjects on they knees Bitterly accept things It the way they stand The world had belonged to God Now they want to crown SatanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
