Empirical misconception resulting from anarchy, Perpetual trepidation rash mentality (rash!) Puella; possessed cadaver. Hear the lies of the Vatican, Cure our fear with lies, Convince the meek it's just the test of a deity, Lies of the Vatican. Show faith in The Lord, bow! Place your proud head upon the soil of God. The cure will be found in death. Burn the spawn of Satan, Burn the spawn of Satan! Hope! It died tonight. They'll burn their own fucking children. Hope! It died tonight. Nail the spawn of Satan to the cross. These vessels are not your children. Their venom spat straight from a serpent's tongue, when the story was told the damage was done. Salvation, nailed to a burning cross! Cold dead eyes, from the victims of immortality, Putrid smiles crack the skin! Let the evil begin! Crucifixion of the children they are burned alive, They don't squirm they just smirk as the fires rise, There is pain it is evident in their eyes, We watch as they die! Pain, turns to pity. Then suddenly silence turns to screams, humanity restored! Burning rotten skin, I feel sick, They're not dying, just screaming. Religion was wrong, wrong! We were wrong. Now... We're all infected!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
