Paroles de Black Moon

Dawn of justice The end of light Fall of the christian Holy unite You're not pure, But we are the cure Off their knees the christian flee As their thrones made of lies They fall into a downward suicide Thus they'll see the thruth behind The wisdom of an infernal mind Black moon rising upon you fucking slaves (we'll laugh at you when your maker breaks) Heavenly empire will feel our wrath Thou shalt suffer, we'll make it last Now that the land is ours again We feast on your corpses 'til the very end