3 acessos
The Morning Star is rising
Through the Chambers of the East.
And with him infernal legions,
(Of which) the Hydra is the least.
A sneer across his vain face
A secret hidden.
You cast your lord out of your proud minds
By Christians bidden.
The hate, it swirls around you.
Piety in twisted hearts.
Blindness in your cryptic thoughts
Is where the self-deception starts.
And with him he brings a glowing book.
What is this for our simple minds?
It is the holy Christian book.
These words are what our spirits bind.
You can't see
These blackened thoughts.
Open your mouth.
Now you'll eat these:
Lies!