Текст песни Archaicreation

Corpses rotting in the sun Above the ruins ov a fetid church Blood is dirty everywhere Feeding the angelic beings Beings that speak too much Who are the owners ov reason With your dirty hands tries to command Beings without intelligence My soul My faith My force is true The archaicreation Never My soul will be dominated by you False Where is the purification Created by lord messiah This false saint False