Текст песни AMON AMARTH - God, His Son And Holy Whore
AMON AMARTH - God, His Son And Holy Whore слова песни
Текст песни AMON AMARTH - God, His Son And Holy Whore
Serpent tongue speaks to meOf a man from southern landHow ancient Gods are enemiesBut I don't understandHippocritic voice of love talks of peace and christBlasphemer of Gods above( )One thousand years of liesThey hold their swords to out throatsAnd force-feed us with faith'Bout god, his son and holy whoreBut now we retaliateProphets of a false believe talk with tongue of iceThreaten us with hell beneathNow we retaliateTurn the blade around, put the oppressors downFree yourselves from the chainsOf lies that hold you downArise to be free againWe'll fight till we have wonPriests of hippocratic love talk of peace and christPower is their only goalNow they all shall dieTurn the blade around, put the oppressors downMess with us and you will feelA pain so true yet so unrealYeah, use your hate, uncreate