And all things will come in circles As the dogs return to their vomit Reeking with the stench of their pride They refuse their crown of failure
And no one is fooled by their words Their claims to be so devout and true A pious leech preaching to the flock Accept your crown of failure, now!
Begging and moaning like whores At the feet of your impotent gods Betraying all that you claim And still cunting for the love of your "lords"
The feeblest of lambs Ranting their hallowed nonsense To the thoughtless masses they gloat Still refusing their crown of failure
Espousing the virtues Of their latest shit laced with piss Entranced by the sound of their own voice Wash your tongue of the semen, now!
We defecate on your idols The icons you worship in vain Your "ideals" to us are an amusement A reminder of your frailty And the day when come when all such vermin Are cast out with the refuse
You may raise your chalice of nothing And salute the leech that you are Be certain and assured in the knowledge You've been counted among Christ's flock Be wary of all your days ahead Your time will end sooner than thought Expelled among the feces you've fed on And buried in a liar's grave
We mock you! Relentlessly!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
