Cut each other holy people The authority dictates its laws To put on a tiara and to sit down on a throne
You’ll need a number of perverted methods Poison each other in glorification of god Liquidate the rivals
The crown is dirty with the blood of motherfuckers Clergymen breathe the smell of putrefaction Terrible sight is presented Black, disfigured, dropsied corpse
Lips and nostrils covered by dark slime The mouth wide open, the tongue swollen with poison
The disgusting stench all around That's the payment of the God’s slave Living like wild animals In the name of the cross
Can help wishing to revenge upon even an already dead opponent To exhume the disfigured corpse and to put it in the dock
To chop off all extremities after the verdict if brought in To outrage upon a body and to throw it off in a precipice But once, having come to the throne, you understand That the time will come And undertakers squeeze in your poisoned body to a coffin
Tyranny and despotism, bestiality and adultery Violence and incest, sodomy and unpunished murders That’s the natural destination of a thorny path Of becoming elite, of becoming the GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.