Paroles de Crescentian

Through the sumer fields i ride My beacon of silver light A fertile crescent The bearer of plague Under iron rule (of) Patriarchs of christ I refuse their poison Crucifix will fall For centuries they?ll crawl Parched with the search for wisdom Drowned in their holy lies The dusk of theology Never dawns to man Bread of the cult of the dead Wine of the cult of the dead In the court prepared Crescentian... Tear down the sun from heavens Set ablaze our mercury hearts A satanic millenium The era of... Rend their robes asunder Bombard the temples Leave not stone upon stone Like a scythe we will reap!!! And rejoice crescentian night