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Лирика : The Meads Of Asphodel : Exhuming The Grave Of Yeshua : Guts For Sale
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Guts For Sale
Exhuming The Grave Of Yeshua (2003)
The Meads Of Asphodel
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8 февраля 10, 21:59
Follow God for a place in Heaven
Spill your blood in the Holy grail,
Crying tears of rape & torture
Frost bound slain, guts for sale.
Die for God in the mill of murder
Walk with God in the afterlife,
Flesh is meat where birds devour
At the gates of paradise.
Fields of flesh from graves ripped open
Only the dead can see an end to war,
Sleeting snow where bones lay broken.
Tell me what all this was for
Tell me what all this was for
Tell me what all this was for
Die for God, Die what
Was it worth dying for?
Cry for God when your life was ending
Call for God now death is near,
Where was God when you were dying
Reek of war is master here.
Left behind are slaughtered strangers
Enemies become your friend
This is how the fear takes over
When its time to meet the end.
Fields of flesh from graves ripped open
Only the dead can see an end to war,
Sleeting snow where bones lay broken.
Tell me what all this was for
Tell me what all this was for
Tell me what all this was for
Die for God, Die what
Was it worth dying for?
Spill your blood in the Holy grail,
Crying tears of rape & torture
Frost bound slain, guts for sale.
Die for God in the mill of murder
Walk with God in the afterlife,
Flesh is meat where birds devour
At the gates of paradise.
Fields of flesh from graves ripped open
Only the dead can see an end to war,
Sleeting snow where bones lay broken.
Tell me what all this was for
Tell me what all this was for
Tell me what all this was for
Die for God, Die what
Was it worth dying for?
Cry for God when your life was ending
Call for God now death is near,
Where was God when you were dying
Reek of war is master here.
Left behind are slaughtered strangers
Enemies become your friend
This is how the fear takes over
When its time to meet the end.
Fields of flesh from graves ripped open
Only the dead can see an end to war,
Sleeting snow where bones lay broken.
Tell me what all this was for
Tell me what all this was for
Tell me what all this was for
Die for God, Die what
Was it worth dying for?
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