Just close my eyes - remember all An age of the Divine - Walk the path of sin, Bathed in blasphemy We'll make our past become the future promised land
Born to be immortal All pleasures molded day by day A world of decadence to worship And whores to taste their tongues Nevermore traitors, Forevermore splendor With passion in our hearts This night we chant : " Hail Ceasar, Hail Ceasar..."
So be it! Impact swords we have become No christian faith shall escape No free man shall wear a cross Pagan believes reside within our minds We celebrate - a generation blessed to taste the fruits of sin
Yours and mine are worlds apart My world stands the test of time As your life is doomed to meekness We feast on the splendors of the flesh
Stand aside! - There's no place for those With remorseful souls...
Open my eyes - my world restored The cleasing fires arise The smoke of traitors is seen All pleasures run free We've made our past become the future promised land
This is our promised land!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
