Pestilence - Twisted Truth | Текст песни

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A god before god...
Summon the demons to enter your body.
Ceremonies
To attain the blessing a faith in secrecy.

No respect for the weak,
The victim of hypocrisy,
The philosophy chosen to live by
Has brought you own mortality.

A reason to die!
No remission of sins commited
When you were fighting the lie!

Actions begged to be killed.
A sacrifice chosen laughter at the sight
Of the blood that has spilled.
Respond to the inclination within

A desire fulfilled. Pride
For the slaughter is done,
While being thrilled. Praise
Who guards your soul and for whom you have killed.

Fools are the followers of masters. They deify
Conversion does not save you from death... Die!!

Twisted truth!
Twisted truth!

A juvenile mind mislead
In the name of your lord you lived.
Serving, your death
A life full of sin, good is evil. Believing

The unholy words you read.
Commandmends are there to break them
Live by your own rules instead
Proclaim the salvation you met.

A reason to die!
No remission of sins commited
When you were fighting the lie!

Twisted truth!
Twisted truth!

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