Primitivei Form کے بول

Strengthen your pagan spirit For our soul to be burned eternally Forget, and never forgive You'll never have explanations The whole fetid hypocrisy That the saints gave us Your master calls them For you love them eternally Your leader's indignation The primitive form of the hate isn't compared That will always be in our souls Our evil one isn't compared Strengthen your pagan spirit For our soul to be burned eternally Forget, and never forgive You'll never have explanations Your leader's indignation The primitive form of the hate isn't compared That will always be in our souls Our evil one isn't compared