: [Music:Rettke/Paeth/Bilski - Words: Rettke] Pumped up with power, the black religion in their eyes Strike any hour for this glory true lies Their
[Music:Rettke/Paeth/Bilski - Words: Rettke] Pumped up with power, the black religion in their eyes Strike any hour for this glory true lies Their minds
Übersetzung: Das Tor zum Himmel. Black Religion.
Jesus for stuff that I received when I wasn't receivin' it's like thanks for the lights that ain't on thanks for the food that's gone and my stomach's
hatred of hells fires for mankind burn inside me my lifeless dead black eyes, tell no lies, they guide me i'm the one who's born to choose, who will
Sun is painted in deepest Black whilst Heaven seems to die Lunar Mistress empowers us with all Her bloodred Glance Caine's Children born as Dragon's Seed
White gate?s opened wide And angels ride streams of the light And no hate comes through the gate, There is no pain and it never rains There?s no
As the choir sings songs of redemption In the U.S. we dyin for religion Out in Europe they dyin for religion I say this and hope the Holy Father's listenin
