Letras
Sin
Evil under the cross, under the sun
Bleed, snake in the garden
You've been stung by serpents in holy robes
Bend your knee to a hollow society
Hope is dead at the tomb of your own
Sin, under the cross
God grieves in the wake of corrupted tongues
With his blood I rebuke blind faith
Death to hell
Venomous in holy language
Death to hell
God will know your name
Death to hell
Will you follow me?
Or will you speak. . .
Blasphemy
Choose or be chosen for