Give you thirty-nine lashes, with a sharp-pronged whip You've lost your legios might, your folk is knelt and worn Now let the barbs sink in, each full of misery Shine with our unions light, Watch your bloody skin peel We are the witness of your ordeal We burned your brigdes down
You were raised upon death and scorn We are the sons of your fertile land forlorn We place our sins on your head, your new crown made of thorns - Yes, we witness your throe As you're dying When we're crying "Kill the King"
Let the dark star rise up tonight Give a damn who is wrong who is right The blood is running cold, across the sky The darkness begins, the beast is alive Kill the king
With enormous plight, We drive stakes through your wrist now Nailed down with iron spikes, we do lift your Cross, straight up towards the sky “My king, where are you now?” “Perform a miracle” let death resign it’s power We swing the hammer, swing every strike And with each single strike We burn your bridges down, one by one Sun disappears now from noon until the night We give a fuck about, About who is wrong and who is rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
