الكلمات الأصلية
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A dubious question
A story written in blood
Innocent blood spilled
Blood torn out by human disease
Creating decades
Of power, ignorance and fear
Turned quickly into hate
For everyone who opposes
The sacred female burned
Amidst flames and pain
We reopen the doors
To avenge what was destroyed
Years and years go by and the sick world remains
Nothing changes, no mistakes learned, no regrets
You want to convince me with your false morals
To wash my mind with your lies
All you ever wanted was an excuse
To satisfy your sadistic desires
Ah, the hypocrisy
Interrogated 'til death
Their bodies violated
Under the torture of God
The cure of humanity
Psychological tortures
Controlling them through fear
Rape our women
To feed their infamous desires
I wish I didn't know
To avoid this pain
To have, not to take it
For righteous, and me, the heretic
Never passed of hallucinations
Invented stories, confirmed by those who had no other way out
Of the hands of the hypocritical church
Hypocritical church
