for centuries your faithfuls were persecuted many of them perished in the flames by the holy road and church' names But your name stays high in our spirits
You've created me for serving you I'm the fruit of your hate the flaw of your soul I'm living thanks your stupidity You've created me, I'll destroy you
From his darkest desires From hate caused by his suffering From his horde of faithfuls in trance From his thirst of blood and death Will be born a storm
They are among us their justice is imminent the messenger of the time the messenger of the U.W. isolated by their hate sentenced to silence they're just
the tyrant's messengers have conquered your ancestors trust it's not too late to become converted disown your christian faith and stop epidemic pour
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Child offered to God Soul sold by his You're his life You're his force Fear their promises They smell of lies Shun their power They will kill you Child
for centuries your faithfuls were persecuted many of them perished in the flames by the holy road and church' names But your name stays high in our
while my blood was flowing on the floor I felt my heart slowing in my chest I didn't try to fight, I waited. I appraised this slow and sweet agony.
you're still wavering but your heart is strong; sharp and gleaming the blade seduces you your fingers are trembling, your heart races you feel well...
