Under the aegis of dead beliefs Cradled in a river of lies Your mental nibbled by the untruth Your snake tongue will loosen
You, child of infamy You sad moaning body You will be drunk with misfortune Undergoing vile detractors
The dark light that surrounds you Is equal to your misfortune Son of a lie You carry the weight of weakness
A throne of dust An open grave An inglorious destiny You are the wound of a hilly world
Already in the bowels You were meant for it And then seeing the day You proved you were a whoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
