Those who lick the wounds of christ
AnataWho taste the sacred wine
You lick the wounds of Christ
The one of blessed memory
Through this you make him breathe
Though the candlelight is flickering
Relieving wind come sweep away
Devotion to his memory
One is the remedy
To let our souls fly free
One is the solution
To put all this to a final end
To end this misery
Let me spit into your face
And at the symbol of your feeble race
This is the symbol of your feeble race
This is just what he would preach
His kingdom is now out of reach
Pale utopia's tragedy
I had a dream
That resembled of a dark past
An honorable ancestry
Of a time when weakness
Was no virtue more than prosperity
Awakening in cold sweat
Screaming with agony
Something must be done to end this pain
And one is the remedy
You are the clowns
You simple-minded misguided ones
In the name of God
In the name of insanity
Your ways are so pathetic
Your minds are so naive
You are the worm inside my veins
You make me sick with apathy
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- Last Day Of Sodom
- God Of Death
- Any Kind Of Magic Or Miracle
- Cold Heart Forged In Hell
- Leaving The Spirit Behind
- Faith, Hope, Self-Deception
- Insurrection
- The Temple / Erratic
- Dance To The Song Of Apathy
- Let Me Become Your Fallen Messiah
- Let The Heavens Hate
- Downward Spiral Into Madness
- Drain Of Blood
- Sewerages Of The Mind
- Slain Upon His Altar
- Aim Not At The Kingdom High
- The Drowning
- The Enigma Of Number Three
- Better Grieved Than Fooled