Paroles de Profane Murder

Control, resistance Embraced by demons in black In chains, the shapeless Stab their own god in the back Cold Demons feast upon the dead Jesus Christ beheaded You have killed the god when you most need him Dead... your god is dead Angels, sinners, kill (or) let yourself die In use, with power The Trojan horse to attack In vain, defenseless The god must take a step back The time has come - damnation The true believer will die This is a new world, a new breed, a new faith And we are living a lie Your god is dead Angels, sinners, kill (or) let yourself die Control, resistance... The time has come - damnation The true believer will die This is a new world, a new breed, a new faith And we are living a lie I am dead...