Wrathsputin - Slaves to Mammon | Текст песни

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falling to their knees
insatiable they feast
praying as one
faithful servants they remain

gathering the brainwashed
sacrificial livestock
to fuel their rituals
of guilded fallacies
they cling to me as if their lives
depend upon my very breath
my words conjuring
such visions in their minds

you will reap
what i choose to sow
through my army slaves
planting the seeds of pure destruction

don't weep for them
they were lost long ago
their bodies vacant
nothing more than walking graves

try and resist if you must

it makes no difference in the end

they all come
groveling at my feet
the payoff's just too sweet
turn your back
forsake everything
and everyone you've ever loved

i know
i've got
something you want
name your price
don't pray to god
just call my name

i know
i've got
something you want
name your price
don't pray to god
just call my name

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