The cold flame of virtue has begun to fade, without that guidance, mistakes are made. Now I have just a few simple questions to ask of you my friends, but don't worry there's nothing for you to fear if there's nothing for you to hide.
We holy men have come to cleanse your sins through acts of dreadful violence against your kin. Recite the letters of the scripture and you'll stop after the ‘O' The ‘P' is for ‘Panic' – the panic that is starting to grow.
Unholy scene - a state of moral decay We'll rescue what we can, whatever's left we'll throw away. Reject his favour and accept an eternity in hell. You've sacrificed your freedom, now you'll die an infidel.
For the book of our saviour speaks of no path but one. You will walk that path or face a loaded gun. I hear you say beneath your breath that we are sick to the core. But you know that we don't give a fuck.
Smoke from the fire climbs for the sky, it's wings growing wider, but we still need more Fuel for the fire, it's flames growing brighter, we're almost complete – the devil cowers from the glowing heat.
Thousands behind us millions more yet to come, marching slowly onwards past a thumping drum. A land of constant violence, rivers red with scum. If you value your freedom, I suggest you run.
Unholy scene a state of moral decay We'll rescue what we can, whatever's left we'll throw away. Reject his favour and accept an eternity in hell. You've sacrificed your freedom, now you'll die an infidel.
For the book of our saviour speaks of no path but one. You will walk that path or face a loaded gun. I hear you say beneath your breath that we are sick to the core. But you know that we don't give a fuck.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
