Damnation
Morto festy
Damnation
Devil rises
Before the praying Nazarene
In the desert of Judaea
Unholy whispers surround Jesus:
"Thou art not God
Beware of my hate
If thou cease it not
Await thy end!"
And Jesus, frightened, cries:
"Thou art n't the Host for me!"
"I see thou willst endure
Damnation deadly mine on thee
This is the only thy
Desire I shall satisfy."
And thus now Judah sees
The Devil right before his eyes:
"Who were thou to me,
Thy false prophesies,
My blind eyes now see
Thou hath cheateth me!
I believed thee so,
Now that in my soul
A voice is telling me
That I must murder thee!"
Devil rises
Before the praying Nazarene
In the desert of Judaea
Unholy whispers surround Jesus:
"Thou art not God
Beware of my hate
If thou cease it not
Await thy end!"
And Jesus, frightened, cries:
"Thou art n't the Host for me!"
"I see thou willst endure
Damnation deadly mine on thee
This is the only thy
Desire I shall satisfy."
And thus now Judah sees
The Devil right before his eyes:
"Who were thou to me,
Thy false prophesies,
My blind eyes now see
Thou hath cheateth me!
I believed thee so,
Now that in my soul
A voice is telling me
That I must murder thee!"
Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor envie uma correção clicando aqui!