With Ink Instead Of Blood - Part II: Genocidal Preconceptions | Текст песни

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• With Ink Instead Of Blood
• Part II: Genocidal Preconceptions

With my hands spread wide I welcome your demise.
I sacrifice myself to you. I pray.
In the wake of perfect end lays the birth of desolation.
When she bled, when she bled, it grew.
From the womb of the innocent comes the martyr himself.
With my hands spread wide I welcome your demise.
Die for us, bring us hope in faith and love.
Die for us, we want to look at your dead eyes
Tormented soul is yours,
We want to look at your dead eyes
Deadly vices are ours.
Until I see the second coming I will stand for my beliefs,
Until I see the second coming I will pray on my knees.
Hell is open wide so why don't you come inside ?
Hell is open wide so why don't you come inside with us ?
We gifted you with our sins,
You see how much we love you, oh brothel