Denounce to abdication
Posthumous blasphemer
Raped morals are presented to us
Not to trust - means torture
Gorge them the adherents of the new doctrine
Use the fruits of the victims of the incest
Not to trust - means torture
Not to trust - means eternal death
The descendants of the fratricide and those
Who considered that they are the prophets and the sacrificers.
The pus of envy saturates doctrine.
The ulcers of the ignorance cover
The stiffed with cold Holy Trinity's corpse.
The worship of the Christian idols will still
Hold in fear the condemned minds.
The religious don't see the voice
This image is a predatory monster.
Not to trust - means torture
Not to trust - means eternal death
Not to trust - means torment
Not to trust - means suffering.
This voice is a vile gritting.
The claws scratch your soul to the blood,
The gritting makes you mad at nights.
"Are you with me? Or did you betray me?"
What does he look like? What is his voice like?
Confide to the sacrificers - they are his servants
But no slaves as you are.
Just like this the "all-knowing" and the "fair"
Is presented:
Who is not with him -
Is the one who is against him
The circulation under the lash of the "truth"
The fear behind the invisible chastiser.
Having invented such a monster,
The sacrificers killed all doubts about his existence.
Not to trust - means torture
Gorge them the adherents of the new doctrine
Use the fruits of the victims of the incest
Not to trust - means torture
Not to trust - means eternal death
The descendants of the fratricide and those
Who considered that they are the prophets and the sacrificers.
The pus of envy saturates doctrine.
The ulcers of the ignorance cover
The stiffed with cold Holy Trinity's corpse.
The worship of the Christian idols will still
Hold in fear the condemned minds.
The religious don't see the voice
This image is a predatory monster.
Not to trust - means torture
Not to trust - means eternal death
Not to trust - means torment
Not to trust - means suffering.
This voice is a vile gritting.
The claws scratch your soul to the blood,
The gritting makes you mad at nights.
"Are you with me? Or did you betray me?"
What does he look like? What is his voice like?
Confide to the sacrificers - they are his servants
But no slaves as you are.
Just like this the "all-knowing" and the "fair"
Is presented:
Who is not with him -
Is the one who is against him
The circulation under the lash of the "truth"
The fear behind the invisible chastiser.
Having invented such a monster,
The sacrificers killed all doubts about his existence.
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