Evil son Spread your wings of deepest black Spit on god... May his lies be forgotten
The son of the mourning A gift to our earth Christ stand tall no more So bestove your face upon us
Gaze into the well of those restless souls Eternally lost in fear of you godforsaken son
You have tasted suffering That dove of life has died Paralyzed, and terrorized By the fear you feel inside Caught within the floods of blood Evil, departed sea Immortal, but now it's like to forever bleed
We saw the truth It's draining of the blood Of you false redeemer The mourning son has now control So what if its evilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
