not so long ago, on a cold december day you let my father die in solitude and pain once he was your son, and baptised in your name if this is now you treat him, then violence is my way
cut-throat urges i need to spill some holy blood
beautiful words, but hollow promises the goodness of god is a fucking joke
get out of your heavenly palace and show your real face
how can people believe in this shit how can they be so naive
not so long ago, on a cold december day you took all hope in my life away once I had respect, and hallowed was your name if this is how you treat me, then violence is my way
