Psyclon Nine - Crwn Thy Frnicatr lyrics

rate me

You ripped the soul from the child in me

Bow down to the land of the free

Bow down to the world to the world that made me

Bury the nails into the one like me

Consecrating the lies exalts false prophecy

Tearing apart of man and all his goals

Offers benediction and wills to plague your

Soul is made

In god the taste

Of sulphur and rain

The Christ now turns on man

And brings him pain

A gun to the temple of a world enslaved

By the ties that bind us to a faded hope

Ensures the perversion that you try to hide

Will become as dust that will fade in time

To take

This world

Of hate

Of torture

Our fate

Will rest in hands

That sew the seeds of rape