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God Bless The Hustler

Text písně God Bless The Hustler

Shining upon their chests 
The silver seal 
The blood-red penitents 
Towards our land 
From my window I can guess 
The flames of their so-called heaven 
By now, I should run away 
Leave the house, the church, the grave 


And I won't do that 


I open my eyes - cannot move 
Their hell after tracks me down 
Has finally put his hand in mine 
Torture me if you want 
I have learnt to suffer 
And in my grave 
Rained many a tear, oh blessed majesties 


Once more saved - nevermore 
Mare tenebrarum - the red penitents 
My fate divine - their worst obssession 
Burn in hell you cunt ! 


Their eyes are burning more than their crosses

					

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