Said the "impure" in his heart: there is no god
The men surrendered, to follow their passions There is not one that is fair, not one at least All are strayed, have made themselves useless there is none who does good, not even one
Their throat is an open grave With their tongues are forging frauds Under their lips there's poison of serpent from their flesh, them evil sprout
There's no fear to god in their lives Boast of malignancy, in behalf of iniquity Their tongue is which sharp blade, slanderer They never knew the path of peace
Said the "impure" in his heart: there is no god
The men surrendered, to follow their passions There is not one that is fair, not one at least All are strayed, have made themselves useless there is none who does good, not even one
From here i gaze to the impious, and the prosperity of the sinners Don't seems to be death for them, neither blow that will hurtthem Human miseries they don't feel, they yielded to the desires of their hearts Therefore they've become proud and are lined with wrong
Filled is their mouth of curse and blasphemy Their feet are swift for goin to spill blood Its shares afflict and oppress your neighbor They've prefessed all sorts of deadly words
There's no fear to god in their lives Boast of malignancy, in behalf of iniquity Their tongue is which sharp blade, slanderer They never knew the path of peace Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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