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  • Текст песни Agony - Autos Da Fe

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    In the past
    In the times of mighty kings
    Christian pestilence
    Struck the world
    People like the puppets
    Like the victims of the faith
    They're living in humility

    In the chains of fear
    Their lifes without life
    In the chains of fear
    Without life

    Scouring of brainwhen you see the world
    Curse of deads and still unborn
    Prayers of lies
    Frm innocent child's mouths
    You have to believe!
    Your master is god
    Your guard is god
    Your master is god
    Your guard is god

    Truth and lies are sacred for him
    Want and power are sacred for him
    Water and blood are sacred for him
    Even death's sacred by his name

    Please my god save me take my soul
    I'm your maid please save my soul

    Life is in your hands
    So start to live...
    Death bleeds on your fingers
    So consilate...

    Obsession by power & gold
    "et in nomine dei"
    Under the flag of his cross
    To bring innocent nations
    To death cells

    Clouds of slifling reek
    & sweet smell of burning bodies
    They are flowing in your world
    And you - you're sucking up!

    Harm, suffering, doom
    Torture, murder, genocide
    All is hidden by your name
    & you're looking down on...

    Over the streams of children's blood
    The scream from rent throat
    It roars in your kingdom
    & you listen to...

    Fanatics of the crucifix for purgation
    Of the rotting faith
    They wanna prepare again
    Monstrous theatre
    Of creeping death

    I call glory, honour in their pride
    To every rebels & heretics
    Whose blood has become dry up
    On your pongy canonicals

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