Текст песни Большой Друг - Кровь на алтаре

Text author: big friend
Music author: SNAP
Performed: Big Friend
Year of writing: 2002
Genre: Hip Hop

Blood on the altar did not bake - even smoke
On the roting body of the territory of the plague
in Euphoria Beating Legion Deceived Hearts
Certificate themselves - the new morality Creator
Sky Poslac Father He is for poor sheep
who fall the ion idol lick the end
and practicing murders to achieve bliss
The lips of the adepts will warm the pure heart of the baby
Mass psychosis devastated the eyes of people from tears
The golden-collector in the crowd forms demand
on his theory of development of the soul
The active guru builds capital on lies
selling dedicated to twilight ecstasy
Once the master of hypnosis destroys the degree of the former balance
Immersing the minds of slaves in the depths of the trance
doses of visions of visions overflow fraternity
Hundreds of hands and hundreds of legs create a drawing of dance
Blood on the altar drawn after sacrifice
The founder will list those who accepted dedication
The shadow of his slightly trembling on the wall of concrete
Hearts fight in a single rhythm It will connect the phrase of monotonous

chorus
All bless will send a bloody hand
Founder of the new faith and punisher and holy
Many people like to be fooling to worship darkness
That is why the blood is smoking on the altar

you see the situation you see and someone do you believe
For which stigma to help repture sincerely warm
False for the truth take a scum guarding the dealer
Do not you understand yourself, you are digging dead
Soul take care of her easily
The vulture patiently circles looks surreaches
And at that moment when you moie the tear of the ruins of faith
he harden his sacrifice
Given the nectar of the mind soeps fog
Signing spells will name his beloved brother
If you succumb to checking the rite
Know - Then it will not be easy to find the way back
The aroma of incense breathes a mute crowd
Truth Ktoto finds someone loses
Networks rushes helplessly to light Weak Chiato Hand
slowly extinguished attempts viscous paud pattern
Patriarch sects of oaths are increasingly distributed
For the sake of the lips and words of the father of life as if the threads are rushing
limitless and durable fanatical this faith
Faith where a single herd through blood go beyond the first.