Disciples of Mockery - God of Love Тексты

God of love is the abomination
Upon reality descended
Torn apart are his souls
In the holy ground and beyond
Salvation reigns in the Abyss
Pure we will be...
A lie was the fate of christ
Lost was the throne of god
Misfortunate lord is blessed
Upon a dying religion
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