A bell rings in the distance A hungry horde of rotting dead is called by the heaevy peals Funeral procession without god I'm going with them without goal
What drives me to the cross? A guilty sense of primordial sin returns from a hidden past The holy bells keep sounding I'm going with them to the church
An endless snake of bodies In line before the cross As the stupid blind sheep Waiting for their turn
He doesn't look sick No plague in his chest He feeds our hunger With eucharist dead flesh
Save me, bless me, help me Ite missa est! Benediction
Slaughtered for the faith Blood and flesh, food for us Eucharist dead flesh
A bell rings in the distance A hungry horde of rotting dead is called by the heaevy peals Funeral procession without god I'm going with them without goal
What drives me to the cross? A guilty sense of primordial sin returns from a hidden past The holy bells keep sounding I'm going with them to the churchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
