Your own sistematic ways to define reality has taken you to hatred, fear, worship the sick degenerated beast The empire declines, no god will survive Enter the deep valley of death, shadows falling, melting upon your skull, you feel alive, I feel devine, you’ve found the eternal source reflecting on you, the face of horror and honour The instinct fall apart from the cross, right above, cold sacred passion your god is dead, your god is dead Crucified by time, feeding a fatal desease in a painfull way to survive, bury your soul, there’s no place for the weak in my temple God, my eyes shall not burn for you forever and ever and ever The superior man falls out from his throne and i’m sitting on my own, get a gun, kill your enemy in one second, ignorant the world is yours, you kill, you create Your god is dead, from the cross, right above, slaughtered sheep Hey man you’re inside you’re creator, pray man you’re inside your own creation, it’s creeping out my own bone. W.a.k.o Temple Of The Sick Degenerated songtext Suchen mit Google W.a.k.o Temple Of The Sick Degenerated liedtext Finden Sie mit Yahoo W.a.k.o Temple Of The Sick Degenerated songtext | | |