Devilish Distance - Spread Of Infection (Bury The Prophet) | Текст песни

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Oh, my Lord, the God of silence
The Higher God of loneliness
Give me the power to rescue this world
From the second coming of Nazarene

Show them the promises of your reign
Show them an empire of melancholy
And divinity of loneliness
And cleanliness of the harm

The deceiver Nazarene!
Weak, futile there is nothing
Except for how to heat human desires
In a stream of religious morals
Since you've appeared on the ground,
You caused only sufferings
You have infected
With their concept about fall of man

Nail-your pain on a cross, only a splinter
In comparison with the agony of my Lord
Granted by heavens to the fallen angel
Expelled and humiliated
As I wish to stick thorns deeper in your flesh,
Satan, I shall revenge for your sufferings
Christ shall be destroyed once and for all

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