Sons of fire (???) Save my soul (???) (???) Suffering soul (???) evil Like a burning hole Sacrifice Burn me Crucify Your already dead! Satans growling
: Sons of fire (???) Save my soul (???) (???) Suffering soul (???) evil Like a burning hole Sacrifice Burn me Crucify Your already dead! Satans growling
It's the feel of your blood as it flows smoothly down my skin Intoxicating my soul, immortality seducing me Burning in your own hell which now binds you
Actions they use to pit against Terror, insurgency Words used to scare conformity It's propaganda, it's their hypocrisy Free to choose our own slavery All suffer
vermin on a ground that we don't even posses I live in a no-man's land a place held by hypocrisy the hypocrisy of god and men let the storm brew and
Centuries have strengthened his soul He knows the winds He knows the woods and the trees Firmly held by the strongest chains He's waiting for the nightfall
by his suffering From his horde of faithfuls in trance From his thirst of blood and death Will be born a storm of torpor And horror succeeds hypocrisy
is fear two sides simplicity. Am I satan? Am I God? Idolatry that's floating on rivers filled with blood history covered with hypocrisy and pain the souls
body and make reborn... I feel the evil inside, (that way will I rise) I (am lying by the) [Scream] I will me eternal lie, My soul is waiting to suffer
will... Waking up your fire... with hate. That holy day ? ... figure Black Soul water into wine... ? ? Osculum... Obscenum! Satan... hear me! Taking up her suffering
soul The charred remains of the holy rollers Scream repentance though it's far too late I fight back the laughter at what I see The suffering healers
Detained in hypocrisy As you pull the trigger - and fail! Doubled over - from the pain you've put me through Misguided memories - I've suffered onto
Not to judge but to encourage Look inside and search your soul Can't you see the hypocrisy? It's inside you and it's inside me, yeah I'll make a promise
[Music: Schaffer / Lyrics: Schaffer] As I walk through the blackened forest Thoughts of hate and anger fill my soul The charred remains of the holy rollers
they use to pit against Terror, insurgency Words uses to scare conformity It?s propaganda, it?s their hypocrisy Free to choose our own slavery All suffer
