Текст песни Blasphemy

Forgive the devil And kill the priest We are made of gold About those years You will believe This ideology is getting old Can you feel? Can you feel? Can you feel my soul bleeding? Can you feel? Can you feel? Can you feel the evil he does? Don't forgive me God I have no excuse for ask you I see the blood That poor people paid, they paid for you Can you feel? Can you feel? Can you feel my soul bleeding? Can you feel? Can you feel? Can you feel the evil that he does?