Holy father proudly sits On his throne of luxury Veiled in gold raiment he speaks prayers For hungry dirty child Melting in poverty, poor existence, born in disease Sentenced to death in pain Is this the will of your almighty God?
So big is your desire To rule the world of gold I know there are no barriers To change your history of filth You are too far from visions Of your idol Jesus Christ Sentenced to death in pain! I'll crucify you to your golden cross!
Results: The wars, the hate Terror and lies and pain For welfare of chosen ones You slyly pull the strings of this worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
