I hate this realm of venality I scorn this slaves of pride I spit upon their reality I trample on your hide
I Walk my ways I drink my chalice I'm out of your grace I'm out of your malice
Your holy truth turn into lies Lies from the lips of holly teachers They give to You unstinting praise But You are carrion for your preachers
My words are law Your words are nothing Prepare to feel my saw You see me laughing
Your church is not a bride but whore I see her fucked with lucifer She's not a virgin any more She is of quite another sphere
Where are your stalwarts? Where are your disciples? Who knows your tables? Who reads your Bible?
My path lies through the maze of thorns Of human heads and human bodies My head is crowned by crown of horns I want to crush your holy dadies
I Walk my ways I drink my chalice Forever out of your grace Forever out of your maliceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
