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wound - towers كلمات الأغنية

charlatans of the divine
of old disgust, without a spine
children were left by you in trauma
the relation to your desires deformed into a perversion
you rule from towers of concealment

these secrets are kept inside the devious congregation
cries behind thick walls
a cult that lives violation, hidden in omerta
old men of hypocrisy

behind these walls of silence, where hеll really appears
i preparе the th_rns and the nails for your flesh
while my black thoughts become the spear for your soul

forgiveness pleased, cold b_st_rd priest
of the mischief, the true belief
helpless ones led by you to suicide
brethren of silent pacts, so devious, malevolent
thy victims receive no atonement

they walk the earth wrapped in their robes of vicious lies
they hide in towers of concealment
minds of perverted faith, by time we crush it down
like their towers of concealment
these secrets are kept inside the devious congregation
cries behind thick walls
a cult that lives violation, hidden in omerta
old men of hypocrisy

- wound

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