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• Artiste: Christian Epidemic
• Titre: The Prophet
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Our temple made of course, In the forests of pentagramms Hell awaits, we'll sit on Baphomets right We don't need a hypocrite God lying goodness Angels will serve, Stars will protect We have the feast, drinking Jesus blood In the eye is the mirror of the soul, In your I don't see anything else Than christian epidemic The answer insides every question And when the fire embraces my body The purgatory's sweet touch Gives the final answer I don't care for Jesus wrathful fist, I don't pay for excuse If everyone fears the power of God, I don't Let's step through every frontier, The devil's charm is mesmerized. I feel the pain and torment Every day promises new pleasures I slept in the dust with the devil's daughter, I saw my face's mirror in the eyes For me she is the idol, In the place of my heart the ice is burning I rather be the first, in hell than The last in heaven Twin monn is raising, And black stars are shining above me I shout Judes's innocence, and Deny Jesus's Kingdom That word is a lay which says The blessing on the last supper Die on the cross who love with it, An believe blindly in Jesus's promise