Bring back the old world when the north was free of Christians when there were no churches and when there was no corruption
To think and no be corrupted by the plague called church to live and not be enslaved by the cyst called Christianity
My thoughts might be blasphemy but my heart screams for vengeance I am heretic, I tell the truth now hear my words of heresy
I curse all of the Christians I curse the day they came and I will curse all days until they are all gone
My thoughts might be blasphemy but my heart screams for vengeance I am heretic, I tell the truth Good riddance all of youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
