المجد للشيطان معبود الرياح (Hail to Satan, Lord of the wind!)
On the pulpit the false messiah speaks Hand them your papers now cease and desist Spreading false news and selling such lies 'Twas the night the lie rose and truth finally died
Our slavery ends only when we are deceased Our lives are their meat, all partake in the feast They put us to sleep with a lie and a kiss And when the keys lock our chains We say: We do not resist!
Poverty – rise! Children die while we read the news of gossipmongers Our lives pieces in a game The naked emperor walks, to his new clothes we clap our hands Blinded by fortune and fame
They play the saints in our daily lives And we do not care at all
And our children march to the sound of their drums While to war we lose our fathers and sons The only prophet they trust in is the profit from their guns
They care not for the old the weak or the sick Masters of speeches and measuring their d***s Breaking our bones with maces not sticks And when their poison reaches our brains We say: We do not resist!
Poverty – rise! Children die while we read the news of gossipmongers Our lives pieces in a game The naked emperor walks, to his new clothes we clap our hands Blinded by fortune and fameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
