Peculiar hazes mist your mind over, Your faith can't control your ravings anymore, For you killed it, taking the Ostix At any grab, its resort gradually loathes you
Released from your faith control, Yet inside you the battle of heaven Will not change anything Then from the chasms, your everlasting dwelling, you shall rejoin the fallen angels
Form the uncertainty of your faith Only remains the gaping mouth of temptation Die on the tenterhooks, make up your mind Lured by the Holy Father your life has never been yours
Peculiar hazes shall mist your reason over As long as the Ostix shall flow out in your veins, For you I bleed myself: "this is my body, drink my vein!" And you will get what only the evil can give you
Your own faith, your own existence, your own deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
