And humble herd goes to the immolation
Led by the wily pastor’s voice
Despite the promises of heaven close
They all are doomed to the eternal curse.
For nothing they entrusted to false words
Which spoken from the name of God…
Hiding his vices under priestly robe.
Confessing new believes he was.
And his blind slaves were lured again,
Faint-heartedly accepted madman’s lies
And mindless flock the loners have became
Coming of the Messiah bleating they proclaimed.
And thankfully their fetters they received
And private needs apostasy they dubbed
The voice of mind is dumb, they have precepts,
Dictating how to live, and death to the disobedient.
They were deceived, crowd didn’t know
That caroled the liar in their prey,
Harking the every single word is ready to obey
And execute behests their father say.
The liar loudly said – he’s seen the Lord,
And heaven’s gates which are wide open there
For those who give his life to God
And praying will step into heat of flame.
Three hundred buzzard’s ash is scattered by the wind
And never speak about faked seers
Which carry the insanity of they believes
To innocents who always glad to hear.
And humble herd goes to the immolation
Led by the wily pastor’s voice
Despite the promises of heaven close
They all are doomed to the eternal curse.
For nothing they entrusted to false words
Which spoken from the name of God…
Hiding his vices under priestly robe.
Confessing new believes he was.
And his blind slaves were lured again,
Faint-heartedly accepted madman’s lies
And mindless flock the loners have became
Coming of the Messiah bleating they proclaimed.
And thankfully their fetters they received
And private needs apostasy they dubbed
The voice of mind is dumb, they have precepts,
Dictating how to live, and death to the disobedient.
They were deceived, crowd didn’t know
That caroled the liar in their prey,
Harking the every single word is ready to obey
And execute behests their father say.
The liar loudly said – he’s seen the Lord,
And heaven’s gates which are wide open there
For those who give his life to God
And praying will step into heat of flame.
Three hundred buzzard’s ash is scattered by the wind
And never speak about faked seers
Which carry the insanity of their believes
To innocents who always glad to hear.