Paroles de The Crown Massacre

Castrate the lambs of god Blame the creator of the bible Await the nails through hand and feet Holy blood runs down my chest and chin ...Fukk you... Crown Massacre To die upon the cross Crown Massacre Cremation of the saint [Lead: Sigurd] Nazarene your creation will fall I've lost my belief in this world I skin your face and chop your balls So tell me who is going to save u' now ...Fukk you... [Repeat] ...Fukk you...