Текст песни Изнасилование и Каннибализм - Моей вере

Coupling1:
My hand rules the Lord
he wrapped in the intestine on crucifice
The corpses are merciful and risen
Death through the fields of the district crouched
she calls us, sin not to help
Mine Mine Shells Fingers
in the hand of aspid a knife
In his eyes shine writs

I broke the dog in Christ
Cut Mother's throat to the great post
Look for your children in the ditch
Your father has overtaken in manure

the voice of the Prophet makes me shed
On the floor porcelain shades of children's insides
On the seat behind the apostle Peter
takes out the fishermen from the networks
chorus:
my faith needs more blood
deaths, pogroms, ash, woni, gold icons
My faith needs more pain
Crunch bones, porridges from bodies and atomic bombs
Coupling2:
Red color is the color of Palestine
I do not wish you nothing except screaming and nightmares
Imbered ice floes in my pocket
In the ears stuck the masts of the sheltered ships
a tiny handle wrote his walls
In a word, explained all the troubles
Comrade Stalin you are a big scientist
Holy Scriptures you suddenly Corypha
Lauret Beria read prayers
in his yurt somewhere in the tundra deaf
I brought a jam on weekend
He danced dance of death with me
We are with the Holy Palaces of Steel in Roven
I shot Macedonski in heretics
I praised Ragnar, chained in ice
Through your death was laid by