Paroles de Better Off Burning

I am the rack on which my saviour bleeds and cries with nails through hands and feet those bitter tears received with greed Not to speak of the Blood to be seen in streams on his head from under a crown of thorns the sinful human to drown Bleed on me Bleed me sore The seed is sowed to Hell with the creed The shame of deepest guilt on which the whorehouse is built No glory before paying the whore No glory until her lust is stilled Better Off Burning Better Off Burning Land of the saviour by souls bestowed Forgiveness shall dwell in the heart of good behaviour In time our future meets the past no more time to climb the heavens this century shall be the last In time salvation will let go of me No longer shall mankind avoid the fire In eternal prayer ro retire