Текст песни Hunters Of The Red Moon

Somewhere in the serene night Of a bold eighteen century The clerical plot just starts to brutally molest an innocent An holy life of perversion An holy life of renunciation An holy life of emptiness An holy life of celebration Sounds of the deadly feast echo on the silent twilight Awakening the attention of an honest man passing by Awake... For crimes never committed I shall die innocently I can no longer live but my spirit lives endlessly Betrayed by those in which he once have trusted Awaits the final sentence with false arguments condemning him Awake... For crimes never committed I shall die innocently I can no longer live but my spirit lives endlessly Ordinary law - Imputing the murderer Rule into all man - The hunters are the liars "The despotism of the priests, the lowness, the short views, the insipidity of the dogmas and all the mysterious data previously materialized on this vile existence."