Текст песни pyrokinesis - Страсти Христовы

To hell with the whales - you is not seen as a dying star
Really,
Go out stopping its growth
and freezing
as people
The ark dogryzaya cheese climb to fidget in the cabin
Pollutions to St. Mary continue nicho not mean
evolution at menopause and with a wreath of celibacy
The blood of Jesus stained spidoznymi whores
Incest with Our Lady of different poses in the kitchen
Go out .. light, archangels climb on all fours,
Eva inject in the vein of God only to the blade dirty
sky writhes, but no longer belches birds
And the sky ended with sperm in a blanket cotton
A local drunk repenting are assessing paradise
downloaded from a festive salad all their sins into the altar
To be blind forever, but no longer believe in them
I'm ready for the ashes of icons kneel

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We traded the olive branch
on the crown of thorns
Heaven on threads hang
and not hurt anyone

We exchanged a liter
taking the crown of thorns
Paradise will close the gate

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We traded the olive branch
on the crown of thorns
Heaven on threads hang
and not hurt anyone
taking the crown of thorns
Paradise will close the gate
Before those who changed a liter

last light bulb will go off quietly into the languor
Self-immolation is my passion of Christ
Vebali a halo, have a tacky wreath
and we are not angels - then what a feather edges.

Net Eve goes hand after snake
Love Booty child only to the extent of the riser
Paradise promises virgins such that the beautiful can you not remember, but
Abaddon wave his wings so that the sun will go out even

Send with edema fuck sprinkling drool, well, super
I pray never drinking your slut
Yes, I am a blasphemer, but you are not obliged to
Rack captive servant to wash the knees up meat

Under the creaking old chests, the rustle of folios.
Stinging priests, churches, hermit
and Dante,
I would ahuel as you need to walk through hell.
To reach the peak of our lives today.