Letra de Evil Prayers

May your mouth be blessed for it is no worth It has the taste of new roses and the taste of old earth It has sucked on the dark juices Of flowers and rushes When it speaks one hearts as the unfaithfull sound of rushes And this cruel ruby bloodied and all coldness It's the last wound of Jesus on the cross May your soul be blessed for it is corruption complete Proud emerald that has fallen onto the paving stones of the street It's pride has mingled with the smells of mud And I've just crushed into that glorious mud On the paving stones or the street which is a path on the cross The last thought of Jesus on the cross It's the last thought of Jesus on the cross Looking to the eyes of sin and sin your real self The last thought of Jesus on the cross