Boast Of Malignancy

Said the "impure" in his heart: there is no god

The men surrendered, to follow their passions

There is not one that is fair, not one at least

All are strayed, have made themselves useless

there is none who does good, not even one

Their throat is an open grave

With their tongues are forging frauds

Under their lips there’s poison of serpent

from their flesh, them evil sprout

There’s no fear to god in their lives

Boast of malignancy, in behalf of iniquity

Their tongue is which sharp blade, slanderer

They never knew the path of peace

Said the "impure" in his heart: there is no god

The men surrendered, to follow their passions

There is not one that is fair, not one at least

All are strayed, have made themselves useless

there is none who does good, not even one

From here i gaze to the impious, and the prosperity of the sinners

Don’t seems to be death for them, neither blow that will hurtthem

Human miseries they don’t feel, they yielded to the desires of their hearts

Therefore they’ve become proud and are lined with wrong

Filled is their mouth of curse and blasphemy

Their feet are swift for goin to spill blood

Its shares afflict and oppress your neighbor

They’ve prefessed all sorts of deadly words

There’s no fear to god in their lives

Boast of malignancy, in behalf of iniquity

Their tongue is which sharp blade, slanderer

They never knew the path of peace