Song | God, His Son And Holy Whore |
Artist | Amon Amarth |
Album | The Avenger (Bonus Edition) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lopez, Mikkonen | |
Serpent tongue speaks to me | |
Of a man from southern land | |
How ancient Gods are enemies | |
But I don't understand | |
Hippocratic voice of love talks of peace and christ | |
Blasphemer of Gods above | |
One thousand years of lies | |
They hold their swords to out throats | |
And force-feed us with faith | |
'Bout god, his son and holy whore | |
But now we retaliate | |
Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice | |
Threaten us with hell beneath | |
Now they all shall die | |
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
Put them down | |
Free yourselves from the chains | |
Of lies that hold you down | |
Arise to be free again | |
We'll fight till we have won | |
Priests of hippocratic love talk of peace and christ | |
Power is their only goal | |
Now they all shall die | |
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
Mess with us and you will feel | |
A pain so true yet so unreal | |
Yeah, use your hate, uncreate | |
Christian state will mee its fate | |
God, his son and holy whore | |
Now you will meet your fate |
zuo ci : Lopez, Mikkonen | |
Serpent tongue speaks to me | |
Of a man from southern land | |
How ancient Gods are enemies | |
But I don' t understand | |
Hippocratic voice of love talks of peace and christ | |
Blasphemer of Gods above | |
One thousand years of lies | |
They hold their swords to out throats | |
And forcefeed us with faith | |
' Bout god, his son and holy whore | |
But now we retaliate | |
Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice | |
Threaten us with hell beneath | |
Now they all shall die | |
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
Put them down | |
Free yourselves from the chains | |
Of lies that hold you down | |
Arise to be free again | |
We' ll fight till we have won | |
Priests of hippocratic love talk of peace and christ | |
Power is their only goal | |
Now they all shall die | |
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
Mess with us and you will feel | |
A pain so true yet so unreal | |
Yeah, use your hate, uncreate | |
Christian state will mee its fate | |
God, his son and holy whore | |
Now you will meet your fate |
zuò cí : Lopez, Mikkonen | |
Serpent tongue speaks to me | |
Of a man from southern land | |
How ancient Gods are enemies | |
But I don' t understand | |
Hippocratic voice of love talks of peace and christ | |
Blasphemer of Gods above | |
One thousand years of lies | |
They hold their swords to out throats | |
And forcefeed us with faith | |
' Bout god, his son and holy whore | |
But now we retaliate | |
Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice | |
Threaten us with hell beneath | |
Now they all shall die | |
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
Put them down | |
Free yourselves from the chains | |
Of lies that hold you down | |
Arise to be free again | |
We' ll fight till we have won | |
Priests of hippocratic love talk of peace and christ | |
Power is their only goal | |
Now they all shall die | |
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down | |
Mess with us and you will feel | |
A pain so true yet so unreal | |
Yeah, use your hate, uncreate | |
Christian state will mee its fate | |
God, his son and holy whore | |
Now you will meet your fate |