Paroles de Of The Willings
The bitches dressed in virgin's whiteWith solemn proposition
Approach to sacred altars
And assholes still believe in happy ends...
I watch you reading psalms and crying
While death comes to your kingdom
Just like anyone who wants to come back home
...and terrible visions of flesh burned
And piled in cages towered by
The faker gods that fatten your filthy wombs...
Dead children... some gold to steal...
And god showed me the way
To kill the demons and diseases
We need your blood to fight
The evil of these acts...
And sitting on the right side
Of the king of putrefaction
The willings will build cradles for the bones...
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
And after nothing but sweet lullabies But I'm the cry, I'm mourning, I'm the truth...
...and terrible visions of flesh burned
And piled in cages towered by
The faker gods that fatten your filthy wombs...
Dead children... some gold to steal...
And god showed me the way
To kill the demons and diseases
We need your blood to fight
The evil of these acts...
And sitting on the right side
Of the king of putrefaction
The willings will build cradles for the bones...
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
And after nothing but sweet lullabies But I'm the cry, I'm mourning, I'm the truth...
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