گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Sacrifice upon altars
Evoking images
Horns, blood spill, murder acts
Diabolic rituals to jehovah
Cut throat
This is my excuse for my sins
To redeem my faults
I have to kill some innocent life
Blessed lie, blackened pulse
The sin offering for the world
This purification proffering
With empty words
Assassin on my conscious
Redeemed by the sacrifice
From the servants of God
As above so below
Seeing what I see
Living what I live
I just can say
All gods are dead
Seven times – infidel as I
Seven crosses – fail as I
Seven sacrifices – human as I
