Lyrics

Liar! False prophet! You must die! Bastard! Spit on you! Liar! Weak loser! Spit on your cross! Christ! How can one possibly follow your weak rules You promised heaven Rather descend into hell Die Jesus Die You only played a game on earth Only an empty grave awaits Die Nazarine Christ! You're hoping for a place in heaven Could be hell Only an empty grave awaits No ressurection! No place for weak idols No one is our master We create our own rules The Roman Empire can't tolerate the weak No partisan activities can bring our empire down Don't threaten us!
Writer(s): Gunther Achille Joannes Theys, Walter Maria B Van Cortenberg, Bart Louis Stephanie Vandereycken Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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