Svart Crown - Profane lyrics

[Svart Crown - Profane lyrics]

These paragons of pure love
Of sacrificial eucharistia
Who devors mouth wide open
Their deviant instinct

Believers, believers harmful cockroaches
Gravediggers, who delight
To feast world's illness

Birds of ill omen vultures angels
Still wearing their clothes of slayer
Get their hands dirty for
The soul's salvation

They sprinkle this smell of mass graves
As they sprinkle holy water
In the name of truth god is angry
And the Devil doesn't think less

Impious unholy



I am, the deep source who soil and rape
Spitting on all you bless and you think I am
The metastasis ready to deliver
Praise and profane praise and profane

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