Roots of Rot - Cain Şarkı Sözleri

Manipulate all the fate of the liar
Concentrate, chosen to be not forgotten
Ingenerates new forms will be taken
In your mind, there's nothing to prove

Lies take the control, immortal.
Never spoke. Years, evil fate
Make fanatic dogmas
Absolute obey for Jehovah
You got…

Walk with me my friend and see
Walk with me … this Cain's way.

Now your brother is total dead
And you don't have regrets
Is your heresy, pathetic ways?
Answer to the air.

Blasphemy… the last words till you die
What you did, really don't fucking mind
And you see and hear this fucking religion
Religions that guide to the ends of days
Fuck!
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