Текст песни Hiazm - Pater Noster

Holy Man , your lips drip honey,
You promise us paradise gardens .
But why not pay you your eyes
For those sufferers whose pockets are empty ?
Spirit of the Lord fills us
His power shines through the screen T- V ,
But maybe something distorted in translation ,
Or something you did not finish ?
Lost Sheep graze at your feet .
Not true Lord , but you - for them a god.
Well, praise the Lord , holy-roller , it's your product ,
But how long will you be able to hide his black grimoire ?