Priests are weeping Young women are raped You recall the good life That once was yours Your places of worship Are abodes of suffering Left in a shock of constant pain with fire burning in your bones
Thirst so fierce that your tongues Are stuck to the roof of the mouth Weight of guilt tied around your neck Is draining all your strength Children die in their mother's arms This is the day we've waited for Sking and flesh wasting away Where no light would return
Impure flames burn in the temples On crumbling abandoned altars Snares of deathand damnation Consuming all in their way Priests have died unpeacefully While searching for mercy All hope is lost All hope is lostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
