Текст песни INCOMING - Крест

Cross

The faceless mass of people
Torn to pieces consciousness,
Broken into pieces.
rampant hurts
fuzzy expulsion
Soul or granite.
You're here to save
From the joy of suffering,
From anger, and prayers,
Il forget to label,
inscribed scriptures
Complete the rest of the battles.

Chorus:

Throw up your cross:
You'll be crucified here,
The way of heaven
Sam found among the lies.
The angel - a demon:
All are one,
ford,
But the rise again
Do not rush.
But the rise again
Do not rush.

The crowd leads you
On execution or accomplishment
Your sentence mouth,
To glorify himself,
And your forgiveness
Not impossible to earn.
A hundred eyes look down
For fun days:
Death beckons demigod,
And eager to make haste
The crowd of torment, pain,
Your agony.