Текст песни My Own Grave - Heathen Divinity
The corroded society of hypocrites, where human weakness is refined
Carnal behavior rules supreme yet the beast remains denied
Dust to dust when will you crush the crumbling cross?
Wrap the rope tight and send them to their graves
Wormtungue preachers, falsehood vows
Lambs to slaughter, into your fold
Another victim craved, raped by the light of Christ
Another mind enslaved, another carcass for the flies
Seems easy to escape the hell we live in every day
Easy to be forgiven, by the grace of divine decay
Your chain of faith grows weaker your minions fall prey
To the punitory beasts of heathen divinity
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