Evil son... Spread your wings of deepest black Spit on ''god''... May his lies be forgotten
The son of the mourning A gift to our earth Christ stands tall no more So bestow your force upon us
Gaze into the wall of these restless souls Eternally, lost in fear of your godforsaken son
You have tasted suffering That dove of life has died Paralyzed and terrorized By the fear you feel inside Caught within the floods of blood Evil, departed sea Immortal but now it's like to forever bleed!
We saw the truth And it's the draining of the blood of your false redeemer The mourning son has now control So what if it's evilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
