Plague-ridden Old World to which we've isolated; recluse life for Our Lord's acceptance Superior Order written to benefit the whole, and so our leaders coded within Divided through most extreme tradition, cycles of sorrow remain unspoken And buried inside of us all are horrors that stagger and persist They still don't know... Soiled undergarments beset my sister, dark and alone in her room Crimson adorns her bedsheets along the rigid frame Young and old all about town bear unspeakable nightmares Nobody is here to step forward; there is no villain to come forth and confess Forgotten any true authority, so we act on our own I don't want to forgive. I want to taste the sin Lynch the wretched Poison their fields Just make it so Bring the bastards forth, willing or notTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
