Spawn of grand whore, It is no surprise that I sow such twilight misery The raping of your children and the... I see of course as a gift to me
The withering of mirth marks my path, Or I am the end of all ends
The slaves of heaven who crave for redemption Shall rewrite their books as I become their destiny Monuments of faith anchor me to eternity; From the cradle of time they knew I had come to stay
Your ruinous creed has named me the evil in, man: There is no one more blind than he who doesn't want to seeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.