Smell of death In the air
Land Becomes ash and gives birth to ill demons
Awful people drink chill blood
They do not see that they eat each other
He has blasted tree of life
Hanging his child on it
Why they promised me he will save my life
He' s never existed
Myths about him poisoned our land
It' s time to slaughter the sheeps
Nothing lasts eternally
We will not forget weight Of
Rotten Crucifix
Smell of death In the air
Land Becomes ash and gives birth to ill demons
Awful people drink chill blood
They do not see that they eat each other