Devoured by Sin (neuer Songtext!)

Condemn the venomed throne, bow down to the dead king and shatter his bones...

GRUUUUUAAAAAAHHH!

For a thousand years, for a million lives, your king caused nothing but eternal strife
Judging the dissidents, praising the descendants of whom they call messenger
Disbelievers will never have a chance to be approved of... and culprits will never be penalized.

With your eyes closed, you're leading humanity into the fire of hell
Moving in circles, unchanging, depraving, decaying, remaining and somehow sustaining.
You try to treat lateral thinkers like misfits, bow down to me and you'll know what real back pain is
These views will never cease, we really should choose one to make your diseases decease finally.
Do you even think before you speak?
Do you even feel before you think?
No, you are not even in consideration there could be something outside of your imagination.

When I think of the fact that you're all gonna die
I feel allayed and comforted inside.
Because I don't care who the fuck you are,
Here are five words for you:

TRUST ME YOU'LL DIE!

Condemn the venomed throne, arouse a fire and convert the Vatican into a home of the dead
Create a new Sheol out of this bunch of rapists, dispose the church and burn all the foul priests
Devoured by your sins, tantalized by your conscience, burned by my hatred and impaled by my blade
We finally need to break out of your circle and crucify the past and all the liars on a stake.

Values, bequeathed for generations from father to son, from preacher to server
We need to abandon, we need to reconsider, we need to create and we need to refuse
At first we need to leave this road of allure, this allure of continuing just like before.
It makes me fucking sick that your sights seem to be invariant, because somehow...
We all need to give in to time, and we're not in the seventeenth century anymore
Equalization is a really exigent merit to reach, so open your mind, do not love your children, and...
Please fucking stop to preach, I call you all hypocrites.

When I think of the fact that you're all gonna die
I feel allayed and comforted inside.
Because I don't care who the fuck you are,
Here are five words for you, your life is a lie.

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