- Жанр
- Грайндкор
- Лицензия
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- Альбом
- Waxen Face
- Студия
- VRZ
- Текст
- Life without reason, you think about creation of world.
Nothing is real, but despair's growing, you don't know
What you live for, darkness in dreams, reading apocalypse,
Fear of judgement smashes you more and more.
Ch.:Inquiries about god's intention crack your brain.
Torments - in future habitation, your reality is insane.
Inquiries...don't think about this, burning hell will be your exist.
Master stretch out hand, full of generosity
For you to make a slave, creator just watches from the skies
On poverty, not helping waits for pray.
Sense of life? Why do you think it isn't?
Sense is birth and die, god want it be so, this is the reason
But no explanation.
Pleasures of the flesh - bible says: "It isn't true way!"
But everything connected with body, after death will decay.
Where's your faith? Sacrifice's late,
Armageddon of terror arrives in days.
Ch.
Satan has won the victory on the Earth.
Honour the blashemy. Death of men - God's cause.
Yeah!