Testo di The Whore

I kneel not before your god, King of pain and blood, His servants in their golden church, Practice his obscene treachery... Wrath, it shall fill oyur heart When you see your kingdom fall, An empire of lies, Locked up you shall be, only hearing The surrounding sermons That depresive you from your freedom, In your humanity Lie the answers you seek You shall not find them in that which is imposed on you I kneel not before your god, King of pain and blood, His servants enslave us and spew Prophets of a fake forgiveness Hey, don't listen to their lies Concealing the imprisoning chains of the great Whore, Who lurks on her throne, With her faith and her wealth To capture the weak minded I kneel not before your god, King of pain and blood, His servants enslave us and spew Prophets of a fake forgiveness...