The innocence of the three-faced saviour [single]

Ask and ye shall receive
You are all my enemies
Behold and truly believe
In His uncurable disease

Behold!
Your lord is not for me

We hand our souls to the master of storm
And congregate the stillborn
We hand our souls to the master of storm
And desecrate the dead one

What was once so pure
Is now lost for sure
Massacre divine

What was once so pure
– Your lord is not for me
What was once so pure
– Bring back the prophet of lies
What was once so pure

I’m spitting blood in the face of god
I puke sulphur in the face of Christ
I’m spitting blood in the face of god
I puke sulphur in the face of Christ

Deep down inside I lust for pain
Within my heart, I am insane
He is beside me once again
He lied, I lied, we’re all the same

Ave Maria
You whore of Christ