Текст песни Centurian - Better Off Burning
Centurian - Better Off Burning слова песни
I am the rackon which my saviour bleeds and crieswith nails through hands and feetthose bitter tears received with greedNot to speak of the Bloodto be seen in streams on his headfrom under a crown of thornsthe sinful human to drownBleed on meBleed me soreThe seed is sowed to Hell with the creedThe shame of deepest guilton which the whorehouse is builtNo glory before paying the whoreNo glory until her lust is stilledBetter Off BurningBetter Off BurningLand of the saviourby souls bestowedForgiveness shall dwellin the heart of good behaviourIn timeour future meets the pastno more time to climb the heavensthis century shall be the lastIn timesalvation will let go of meNo longer shall mankind avoid the fireIn eternal prayer ro retire