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• Artiste: Psyclon Nine
• Titre: Crwn Thy Frnicatr
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You ripped the soul from the child in me Bow down to the land of the free Bow down to the world to the world that made me Bury the nails into the one like me Consecrating the lies exalts false prophecy Tearing apart of man and all his goals Offers benediction and wills to plague your Soul is made In god the taste Of sulphur and rain The Christ now turns on man And brings him pain A gun to the temple of a world enslaved By the ties that bind us to a faded hope Ensures the perversion that you try to hide Will become as dust that will fade in time To take This world Of hate Of torture Our fate Will rest in hands That sew the seeds of rape