Paroles de Branding The Peon

As the iron cross melts deep Unto the flesh of the boy Arcane stench of burning skin Arouses the phallic demands Barefoot beggar, son of Mary Another pest nailed to the cross Defecated bishops caress Their bibles and regalia A monument covered with cum Mocks the assassination As the iron cross melts deep Unto the flesh of the boy Arcane stench of burning skin Arouses the phallic demands I witness bestiality I begin to expectorate I respect the occult insignia I am branding the peon A hunting prize for the plunderer No martyr for the chosen sheep Barefoot beggar, son of Mary Another pest nailed to the cross Defecated bishops caress Their bibles and regalia A monument covered with cum Mocks the assassination I witness bestiality I begin to expectorate I respect the occult insignia I am branding the peon