Paroles de March Of The Crucifiers
Lo and beholdCat' o' nine tails
Flogging the back of the soon to be dead
Non-lethal at first
Just playful torture
We save his soul for the hangman's roar
In the name of hell
We strip the cross of the arch priest
Get the rope to hang him high
To the gallows we go
Will celebrate a morbid feast
'Til the flames of the funeral pyre
Transcending past perception
With ways of ripping death
Virtuous palpitation
Obliterate the ruined soul
Revenant impostor
Burn at mental stake
Ripples through the arteries
Rabid beast at last awake
Join our stride
It's the march of the crucifiers
Kettledrums blast at the altar of death Dissident bliss
Blemish their poise
Strangle god's voice
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