[Dark Avenger]
- With the roman naves disembarked a rape, a risen shadow in
wooden shaped, the Littles' fall on bent knees, was not the
worse war injury?
[???]
- There were a pack of roman priests, to heathen faith they rose
the fists, with lies and tricks worship a cross, imposing them
some serious loss. Pendragon King they used to hoax, with
groaning greed spoiling folks, with moaning chants rosary in
hand, the Little ones ask 'till when they'll stand.
[The Roman Priests]
[Personifying Christ's last moments]
Lacerating pain sticking down into my wounded skull it hurts I
raise my eyes to the sky to see the Lord but they seem so turbid
by the red blood of thorns Eli, Eli why did you leave me so
alone here in this cross? Upon my head I feel the heft of all
their sins I've tasted the whip of their hatred on my back My
arms are open wide my bones were broken down and here upon my
head lies a crown of thorns I tried to make them see their eyes
so blind guide them right into the hell words ain't enough to
show the truth the Pharisees ask for my blood to bath the cross
in the name of God see, see the end is so near there will be no
more return you've thrown the dice, you've played the game satan
has won you've lost your souls to whoredom My arms are open wide
my bones were broken down and here upon my head lies a crown of
thorns Judica me Domine et discerne causam meam de gente non
sancta ab homine iniquo et doloso erue me Quia tu es, Deus,
fortitudo mea quare me repullisti, et quare tristis incedo dum
affligit me inimicus? There's enough promiscuity many promises
were broken they've violated thy holy name before the dark altar
of satan God don't allow the heathens stain thy holy name thy
holy church must prevail with pain and hate whatever it takes I
swear o Lord I'll be thy hand who's gonna save their lost souls
see my struggle within my heart I will prevail, I must not die
grant me wash their souls away into the blood of their sins the
time is short and running low satan lives like yesterday! My
arms are open wide my bones were broken down and here upon my
head lies a crown of thorns a crown of thorns crown of thorns.
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- With the roman naves disembarked a rape, a risen shadow in
wooden shaped, the Littles' fall on bent knees, was not the
worse war injury?
[???]
- There were a pack of roman priests, to heathen faith they rose
the fists, with lies and tricks worship a cross, imposing them
some serious loss. Pendragon King they used to hoax, with
groaning greed spoiling folks, with moaning chants rosary in
hand, the Little ones ask 'till when they'll stand.
[The Roman Priests]
[Personifying Christ's last moments]
Lacerating pain sticking down into my wounded skull it hurts I
raise my eyes to the sky to see the Lord but they seem so turbid
by the red blood of thorns Eli, Eli why did you leave me so
alone here in this cross? Upon my head I feel the heft of all
their sins I've tasted the whip of their hatred on my back My
arms are open wide my bones were broken down and here upon my
head lies a crown of thorns I tried to make them see their eyes
so blind guide them right into the hell words ain't enough to
show the truth the Pharisees ask for my blood to bath the cross
in the name of God see, see the end is so near there will be no
more return you've thrown the dice, you've played the game satan
has won you've lost your souls to whoredom My arms are open wide
my bones were broken down and here upon my head lies a crown of
thorns Judica me Domine et discerne causam meam de gente non
sancta ab homine iniquo et doloso erue me Quia tu es, Deus,
fortitudo mea quare me repullisti, et quare tristis incedo dum
affligit me inimicus? There's enough promiscuity many promises
were broken they've violated thy holy name before the dark altar
of satan God don't allow the heathens stain thy holy name thy
holy church must prevail with pain and hate whatever it takes I
swear o Lord I'll be thy hand who's gonna save their lost souls
see my struggle within my heart I will prevail, I must not die
grant me wash their souls away into the blood of their sins the
time is short and running low satan lives like yesterday! My
arms are open wide my bones were broken down and here upon my
head lies a crown of thorns a crown of thorns crown of thorns.
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