Letra de Unclean

It's a sin Blasphemy and sacrilege It's a sin A sin is to call it in that way Shine with your might, oh insolent Wisdom Your messengers sow pestilence Thoughts in chaos, without a shelter No supports point Ignorance, made ignorance Impotence - powerless as always Eager souls Condemned minds Confirmed in conviction Flourishing decay Angels, devils faithful and obedient Devils, angels waiting for their shepherd Frightened crippled creatures Worthy to each other No trial of strength Devoured by fire A puppet in a crown of thorns