Paroles de Pride

For food they gave me some poisonous plants for my thirst vinegar it became their trap hate and pride have become the snare haughty ones will remain so blind won't taste the fruit from the tree of life burning anger from the sky woe to all haughty minds for food they gave me some poisonous plants for my thirst vinegar it became their trap wickedness has become their snare haughty ones won't remain so proud fear will devour stone cold hearts burning anger from the sky woe to all haughty minds