L'ERETICO io, l'epicureo E poi mi dicono che sono L'ERETICO io, l'epicureo E poi mi dicono che sono L'ERETICO io, l'epicureo E poi mi dicono che
sono L'ERETICO io, l'epicureo E poi mi dicono che sono L'ERETICO io, l'epicureo E poi mi dicono che sono L'ERETICO io, l'epicureo E poi mi dicono
dirado, mi deridi, ti fidi, diffidi, mi tratti, ritratti, mi reciti, mi recidi ero convinto, mo sono contrito L'ottavo capitolo, lottavo, capitolo ero convinto, mo sono contrito L
Hollow lies fill weakened minds with Hollow dreams Weakened lives fill infamy with failed beliefs Shattered wills fall aimlessly beneath the Hollow Hollow
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Excommunicate the heretic! Chain up, crucify the lunatic, the fanatic. We've got the nails, we've got the matches - light the sky for hours! Got the power
Black - black is the color that I adore Dark - dark are my visions I'm in love with a whore Reveal - reveal my reverence to no one Call me - the ruffian
Here in England it's so green Martian men can move unseen Apparatus underground Monitor the crunching sound Joey's gone and Georgie's gone Put their
The Heretic Side Of Wisdom [Music & lyrics : Abate, Blachier, Canavaggia, Cozzi, Lavail] Praying for an end to come Craving for the redemption, Engulfed
Selbstgerecht Unfehlbar Sundenlos Du nennst dich Papst Mit blutverschmierten Handen Aus langst vergangenen Zeiten Mit gespaltener Zunge Trostest du die
8, 7, 6, 6, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0 I'm a pop star threat, I'm not dead yet I got a super dread bet with an angel drug head Like a dead beat winner, wanna
It is thy heritage To pule the world Sent to defile From Belial Revelation Unorthodox Atheists Is so mystics Fall to the abyss of hell Only the weak
Soiled hands of work, to pit a Nations Fall Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the Old World Ghosts of Men, re-writing history Red ink, from the well
Inevitably it's starting to bleed And couldn't be stopped, that's justice Incredible luck, to lift and be struck What curious things A moment to think
These fits of depression are torturing me The lives that I've seen won't breathe again A sad child of madness, they'll never be free Born again to die
Fastidioso despierta un pueblo hoy, sin mas armas que la necesidad, arrastrando el coraje de seguir conviviendo con la desilucion; hambrientos de igualdad
