Dissenter (Pol) - With A Crown of Thorns On Temple Şarkı Sözleri

The common night of penaceds
Between still alive
Brings a relief for a suffer
Hypocrisy, envy, false gods
Gnaw the godless bodys
My hands cure from the sins
Through the cross, through the pain
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