The conclave entered into the room. Inside of it they sat, these cardinals of doom. Their votes was unanimous. The horror instantaneous. Observe! Smoke from chimney - not white but red! They say it was the day that God bled. Nuns weeped, holy men cursed As they looked up onto the balcony and saw… Beelzebub the First!
I am the Anti-Pope. I am the Anti-Pope. Like a lion kills an antelope. Like a hammer hits a cantaloupe. I am the Anti-Pope.
Two thousand years ago Jesus said to his travelling show, "No need for push. Do need for jostle. Peter, you is my number one apostle. Your name is mean rock - on you I build church. No longer for successor I have need for to search." But by Judas this words was overheard And with mighty Satan he soon conferred, "Oh Prince of darkness, be not in hesitation. The head of God’s Church needs decapitation!"
I am the Anti-Pope. I am the Anti-Pope. Like a lion kills an antelope. Like a hammer hits a cantaloupe. I am the Anti-Pope.
"Hey, Grim Reaper, lend me your sickle. This world needs some culling, blood needs to trickle!" Prepare for the end - the Apocalypse approaches. It’s feast time for maggots, worms and cockroaches. But here comes White Horseman - Defender of God, Exposing to everyone his powerful rod! "I alone will fight for Jesus Christ With sword so sharp I can make cheeses sliced." He laughs to the Devil, he takes aim at Death And he strikes down the enemy who takes one last breath. But too early the victor makes his victory roar. He may win this battle, but he not win the war. For, yes, Beelzebub the First is set fire to then crucifixxed. But next Anti-Pope is Zladko the 666th .
Yes, I am the Anti-Pope. Like a lion kills an antelope. Like a hammer hits a cantaloupe. Like a neck in a hanging rope. Like a germ in a microscope. Like a witch reads a horoscope. Like a cutter stabs an envelope. I am the Anti-Pope. There is no longer hope. Long live Molvania!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
