Текст песни Apostate - Мёртвые Души

Dead Souls

"Danate the Savior, the low -end slave
Just wash your heights with blood
Your mind is insignificant and weak forever
All the happiness of people - there are a violation of brains "

I saw their souls - they rot at the roots
As the son of Nazaretsky are nailed to the brine
Forever in the arms of false relics
The curse reigns above the land of Christianity

A cross dries over the grave
Burial - hidden holiday
There are no more places in the world
Where there is genuine happiness
God gave and God will take
The priest will chry quietly
Soon death will find you
There is this collar on each

And you, like everyone else, begin to look
The cold embrace of the Queen of the afterlife
In the Church prayer with a smile to shout
That the lord is not more modest

You are finally nailed to the cross
And, could you shout, but you are happy about it
Words sound everywhere in unison
"I am the most terrible and low -end slave"

The death hour has come and shines Golgotha
And your burden is just as hard
You will hang among other crucified
Only this broadcast in prayer words

But there is another, holy road
Where there is no rot and false speeches
You have the right to find God for yourself
And to see the whole essence of things correctly
Eyes blinded and killed the truth
Priests cursed by me, churches
The whole family was lowered and enslaved
Forever turning into silent worms

Paranoi came under the name sin
Damned prayer pierces my ears
And all this dirt causes only laughter
I am surrounded by dead souls ...