A congregation is gathered here Attending with withered fingers A mass of shallow prayers Repulsive and worthless
White tongues glisten and click Lips dried with hatred they lick And perceive with narrowed eyes Their truth, which is theirs alone
"Our laws just Our course now lost We stand as one Reason undone"
Idols worshiped Small minds indoctrinated Ideals brandished False intentions Seeping through pores
You're small Worm-like and petty creatures Your time shall passTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
