Текст песни Mor - Christian Sheeps
Mor - Christian Sheeps слова песни
Jehova childrenYour fate is the faceless flockYour master promises you nothingExcept the silly talkSheepsChristian sheepsSheeps of JesusWeeps of bibleAll I`ve heardWeeps of JesusYou`re living in fearOf a god non-existConjured and soldTo you by your priestYou have no reasonWhich is rare among the meekYour world is a prisonYour faith is weakThe fate of slavesIs butcher`s knifeYou`re skinned and choppedIt`s alogic end to your whole lifeBut don`t worryYour meat will end in trashI don`t eat deadmeatIt`s jackal`s stashбЄЁ ॢ: вЁ бЄЁ мЎ - в ¤ е®§пЁ й Ґ 祣஬ гЇ® в®ўвЁ бЄЁ бЄ® - , , лЄ® த йҐ г¤Є, । । - м¬ б« мЎ а Ў - бЁ б®¤а « гЎЁ бЄЁ бЄЁ ᥩ 襩 бЈ - 㤥 и Є