Paroles de Hellnation

A strong antipathy towards your life Connected and bound to an inside strife An infantile mind inside a vivid head Meeting my will and soon you'll be dead Blood and torture - walking hand in hand Our Hellnation - despise the promised land You feel your presence, feel you're so alive Isn't it ironic when you're about to die Lying carved up on your nightmare bed Crawling in blood when I'm dissecting your head Blood and torture - walking hand in hand Our Hellnation - despise the promised land Fantasies of penetrating knifes Blessing all your Christian lies Die for our sins, and we sin even more Blessed are the dead, you Christian whore Blood and torture - waling hand in hand Our Hellnatin - despise the promised land