The priest with the head of the goat The goat with the voice of a man The man who betrayed the Lord The Lord who chopped up his veins The veins separated from flesh The body that lacks a soul The soul that dwells in the darkness The darkness heavier than coal The coal that was food to the people The people who worship the dog The dog who would eat his believers Believers who die in his throat And God knows why I discovered my doors to the dungeon And God knows why There was the thing there was We're moths that fly toward darkness Darkness heavier than coal Lacks of a soul As men who foresaw Christ's birth And those who predicted his death Wouldn't believe that the thing Called a cabaret was there Not servility and masochism Not a million death would satisfy The priest, the dog, the man, the lord We're moths that fly toward darknessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
