اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Immorality, soaked greedily at my throat
They shall lick the dust like serpents
Hold your tongue, get the behind me
Your church makes me vomit
Into the vertiginous abyss
Enfeebled by vice
Dear god allow me to show gratitude
For my fortunate eyes of truth
Lord, lord, how long shall the wicked...
Lord, how long shall the wicked...
...Triumph on earth?
Lord, how long shall the wicked triumph on earth?
These loathsome parasites, that cling to the cross
The cloth and the skin, soaked in the blood of men
Not the body of christ
This is heresy
This is heresy
I admit, in no way approval
