Hey you. Where is the sense in we're imperfect creation searching salvation?
They pretende get faith with fear. You, slugther
Hey you. Give us the calm. Core of perfection occulted by lies
I can't trust in your laws while they blind my eyes an laugth.
You, laugther
Justice for nothing. Hear the prayers immersed in the myth.
Hordes of bombs come down
Sprout to the earth infernal toughts
Antichrist batteries confront a holy warfare
Say the prayer while war come bihind you
Now time is gone, finally the scum reburn
infecting wrath with the hand of god
Crime and impunity
One particle of gold is enough motive to kill you
Escape in the end of days to the false idea you give me. Create me
Hordes of bombs come down
Sprout to the earth infernal toughts
Now the rage you start is immolated by laws
Judging crimes in the name of christ
Orbiting in infinite out of control
Final day
They'll find you
They'll torture you
They'll drain our souls
Start to bleed hatred across your veins
Forgotten the slayer hypocrisy
Radical execution of man
Die with the cross in your hands
Why the rage start is immolated by laws
To ponder man under the initial wrath
Final day, initial wrath
Rupture of powers
Decadent leader, you will find the way: the nil
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