Paroles de ... And the Harvester Proclaimed

You, Seller of your soul To drown in the mainstream, is your role Lick your "friends" some more I´ll wait for you, my Dear, on the last shore Wasted Flesh! You, Dogmatic weakling Carrying your signs without question Victim of universal brainwash Choke on the smoke of divinity Wasted Flesh! You, Who dare to threaten my war Going to be tormented to the core Hide fast six feet under Where you´ll find the devout wonder Wasted Flesh! But You, Sparks in eternity Powerful minds, strong enough to see Gone your own, precious way I like your kind, in memories you´ll stay Precious Flesh! To you I´ll grant the key Which opens the gates To immortality Precious Flesh!