Flesh and blood, corpses enslaved to existence Baptized in deceit, vomited from the mouth of the god of nothing
Blighted and afflicted by the pestilence that is religion All living in bewilderment, bowing down to their delusions Dead are your gods Son of Adam, dead are your gods
Nailed upon the cross Let their bodies wither and fade, in torment may they remain Nailed upon the cross Abandon hope, lose faith, and dismay
No sense can be found, there is no voice of reason As they cry out in prayer at the feet of oblivion
Your pleas mean nothing
Blighted and afflicted by the pestilence that is religion All living in bewilderment, bowing down to their delusions Dead are your gods Son of Adam, dead are your gods
In the gnarled maw of Belial they rot
For my will be done Forsaken by the sacred one For my will be done Divinity I have becomeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
