Из альбома: The Funeral Album
The accusations and the blame
True or false, they seem the same
Filthy fingers rise in rows
And out of shit a flower grows
I'm amazed how damn low people can go only by being themselves
Those with hearts of ever-frost
Always know we never lost
Flames rose high Not enough to melt the ice
Tiny minds and virtuous whores
A bunch of morons with a cause
Jesus saves? - We will piss upon your graves!
Three wise men came to the north
On their donkeys they rode forth
Whining I'd committed sins
Moaning on to everything
Still amazed how a whole trio of men can have only two brain cells
Those with hearts of ever-frost
Always know we never lost
Acid rain: Urine on your flames
(Urine on your flames, Urine on your flames)
Those with hearts of ever-frost
Always know we never lost
Flames rose high Not enough to melt the ice
Tiny minds and virtuous whores
A bunch of morons with a cause
Jesus saves? - We will piss upon your graves!
Placid rain: Urine on your graves