To god we seem so alien We’ve made a covenant between steel and flesh
We have destroyed the light (and) When light compressed It pierced your rotting veins Like a needle of blasphemy We've spilled the blood of (the) lamb To oil the gears of Moloch Which rise with power Over wastelands of men
Supreme goatscience, the gift of death Through rust-bound landscapes the void of empty graves Nema!
To god we seem so stygmatized We’ve made the beast that ate his fuckin' heart
Smell the sulphurous stench Black soil, dead fumes Rising from the leaden grail Of this world's demise Our science seems like (a) sin Fueled by psalms of hatred We fertilize god's gardens With ashes of dead saints
Supreme goatscience, the gift of death Through rust-bound tunnels the void of empty crypts Nema!
To god we seem so alien We will transform this eden into the lair of BeastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
