Paroles de The Feast Divine
We provide the rich ones with joyAnd they offer pain as a gift to us
While they stroll happily in their new cars
Hundreds of people are dying in hospital files
We plant - thay harvest
We work - they earn
We pray - they're heard
Cause the church is on their side
It's a burghers's association
That feeds itself on our death
And on our life of suffering
Cursed be all of you
Soon this triumph will escape from your hands
For He is coming
The fair horned god who was exiled from heaven
There is no amount of richness
That can subornate Him
And He will feast Himself
With the riches' flesh cause it's softer
And He'll inebriate Himself
With the riches' blood cause it's sweeter We work - they earn
We pray - they're heard
The feast divine
We pray - they're heard
Cause the church is on their side
It's a burghers's association
That feeds itself on our death
And on our life of suffering
Cursed be all of you
Soon this triumph will escape from your hands
For He is coming
The fair horned god who was exiled from heaven
There is no amount of richness
That can subornate Him
And He will feast Himself
With the riches' flesh cause it's softer
And He'll inebriate Himself
With the riches' blood cause it's sweeter We work - they earn
We pray - they're heard
The feast divine
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