I was born in poverty but when I was about nineteen I wrote a song called 'Kiss Me', and soon it was pay day A terraced house in that country, I thought
All the crucified bleed from ribs False words of the church Research of evolving change Tortured by the hand of fire Condemned to demise in lust This
Vibrations of the heavenly names The ancients are one Unite by the fathers of time Out of the mirror Await the spirits revive [Chorus] Eucharistical
This is the cup of my blood This is the cup of eternal life Rise your hate against God, and follow the way! Blessed are the sinners to me Kingdoms are
I heard a voice just yesterday that told me I'm slipping away I never felt like this before the sky's not blue anymore But the wind still blows & the
Blaspheme my name and blaspheme my works Drinketh from my chalice and swallow dirt Such time of delusion My gospel, divine There are rats in the basket
Fordítás: Eucharisztia. Üdvözlő Halhatatlanság.
Fordítás: Eucharisztia. Into The Cosmic Sphere.
Fordítás: Necrodeath. Eucharistical áldozat.
Voracious ritual Of the consecration This is my body Devour me, my human form Drink the toxic ale from the chalice This is my blood Sanctified
