Take him down of the cross His Life of pathetic king has ceased Look his red blood Te vultures announce a feast more Cry bitch virgin Mary Your son is dead now His pale body begins harden Soon will be consumed The stench of death inundate his tomb His mortal rests will not rise again Maggots bore into his entrails Christ is now a pile of bones.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
