Faithless کے بول

This night This belief Suicidal curse The priest Are screaming in chorus Thirsting The don't breakup the night This night A lonely scream Dies faithful in the moon The naked wrapped With thorny grass Three crosses Soiled the dawn The priest are here The worship the crosses at dawn And the sacrifice Becomes the truth In their hands One can see the night in the fire It's a crusade without belief Being strong enough to lift a stone To lift to the sky My blood... Wich is drink in brain pans It's a drink of lonelyness The ritual of a crime My blood Is a joy for the masters The corpse The gods food So fuck my thoughts Rape my dreams And cut my veins And drink, drink Die with me