4 acessos
The truth is hidden
And all must be questioned
The vermin of the holy
Geld the freedom of the innocents
Perfect masters
Call for your servants
For a slavery saviour
To kill you - killing you!!!
At create your god
Represents the lowest level of evolution
Decadent age of submission
Plastic cross and flaccid faith
I don't need your god
And i know my way
Your decadent peace
Rise my thirsty of vengeance
There is no part of my self
That belongs to god
Exists a man that born dead
Cause was breed in middle of serpents
No gods!!!