Текст песни CRYPTOPSY - Swine Of The Cross
CRYPTOPSY - Swine Of The Cross слова песни
Текст песни CRYPTOPSY - Swine Of The Cross
Lyrics by Lord WormMan-made doom bled death from the sky; to all but a few, salvation was denied «Heavenly father, son and holy ghost,save your servants (those of us who aren't toast)» ( )The not-yet-dead discovered that to be a nuclear family means a whole new thing; All-too-trusting shambling pseudomorphs put their trust in a man of the cloth Make them hate you, rotting cleric...Remember, you are pu of my loins, you are pus Give voice to your left side, let me in:I've sawn the seeds of your redemption;In subhumanicide, I am your guide:seventy-seven times make them dieThe sun is shining on a brand new dayBlackened corpses smolder where they slain;Self-flagellation prompts him to confess:«Bless me father, for I made this mess»