Snowblood - The Year of the Bastard Тексты

Egotism fills the room:
the fix is in
An ode to vanity:
all is surface
Let the dead bury the dead:
Deus Caritas Est

Born as a sacrifice, but I will kill all violence

Redemption comes to me on wings of fire
Like a pierced soul
I bleed into the sky

The year of the bastard