Father, forgive them They know not what they do If I told you I don't want revenge This wouldn't be true As I hang from my cross I see the hate in their eyes These children are lost Abort the bastards Ignore their cries There is no hope for a world inhabited by humanity They rule with insanity They are a plague wasting away At our integrity of this sacred Earth Father of abortion, destroy this perversion Erase what you have conceived This is the world that I perceive Father, forgive them They know not what they do If I told you I don't want revenge This wouldn't be true Smite them, invite them to hang on the cross With me beneath the blackened sky Ignore their desperate cries Father of abortion destroy this perversion Erase what you have conceived This is what I perceive You gave birth to a mistake You breathed into their lungs And they mocked you with their deceitful tongues Creation Abort this debauched creationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
