Perfect tears to a perfect suicide Is spilt on my face the drop of poverty The drops of sorrow will fall in a form of cross And the ritual will start to be prepared
Worms will be spreaded from anguish Depression and funeral will reap you in most The pain will scar the impunity Bishops and priests will die from blindness
They´ll persecute and look for what was collected They opened your house And the moment of forgiveness Turned to invasion of the faith
Don´t stop to serving the good blood wine Only this way the ritual will be presentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
