Текст песни Божья Милость - Второе Пришествие

Hammering nails in his hands,
I'm chained here to a cross.
All lie on the floor face, bitch!
Do not touch the Christ.

In the room of smoke,
Hardly able proglyanut
Together with the Son of God firmly
We decided to have a rest.

My words are like candy - smelling salts impregnated,
My idol was brought up at the stake - he is so happy!
The hundredfold carat tsenee everything that you see
But I was blind, hello to you, hurry to ditch.

These words are dangerous - AIDS intelligence,
In the womb the baby roars - he was not asleep,
And though you fight forehead on the floor, on his knees,
Do not hear he's your miserable rut, I went out.

My eyes menstruha - Virgin Mary.
From your prayers to God - diarrhea,
To say that we are unlikely to something like,
Is that in the morning you will not hear the bells ringing.