گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Screams of infinite torment
Surrendering the spirit to the creation
The flames of the inquisition burn the flesh
The smell of blood infested in the air
The sinners arise to the skies
Of the diabolical redemption of the creation
Of the diabolical redemption of the church
Dominating the weak ones
With oppression
Living in the ignorance
Of the forgotten past
Creating false sanctities
Of the true murders of time
Of the revengeful god
Servant the own image and likeness
God of hate, slaves of the inquisition
Of the black curtain of lies
