False Gospel - St Bloodshed | Текст песни

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• False Gospel
• St Bloodshed

[I close my eyes and]
The thrill is here,
Shadows are percolating
Through hand that holds the gun.
Solace is being spread through 9 mm gate tonight.

No one shall evade
Saint bloodshed guidance.
Hand on trigger to make you repent.

Sensation of
Penitential violence.
Bleeding lips won't lie.

Bring me to a stop.
Shrive me!
Segregate those sins of me!
You owe me salvation for keeping your secrets.
Shrive me, so I could reiterate.

We'll ruin the shelters,
We'll bring purification

To all those ignorant,
To save their worthless souls,
Make them venerate
Our blackouts.

Dust in our eyes is the sacramental gift from ancestors.
Our father which art in deception, let us multiply up the slaughter.

Bring me to a stop.
Try to!
I see all your lies through you!
I bring you deconsecration.
Curse me by bell, book and candle,
Curse me, I don't give a damn.