Paroles de HOG (House Of God)

A hollow altar Hides on truth Rotten like carrion Silent it remains Nothing is divine when a defiled child cries Nothing is kind on the mind of the mighty whore Nothing is heard when a dead fetus is born Nothing like god to save it all from its sins Rank scent, early death, vultures stalk In the house of god Undead, holy embryo, small skeletons and dust In the house of god Holocaust of innocence, lustful delight In the house of god