Belphegor - The Crown Massacre | Текст песни

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Castrate the lambs of god
Blame the creator of the bible
Await the nails through hand and feet
Holy blood runs down my chest and chim
...fukk you...

Crown massacre
To die upon the cross
Crown massacre
Cremation of the saints

Nazarene your creation will fall
I've lost my belief in this world
I skin your face and chop your balls
So tell me who is going to save us now
...fukk you...

Crown massacre
To die upon the cross
Crown massacre
Cremation of the saints
...fukk you...

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