Lyrics
birds of ill omen
Their deviant instinct, of sacrificial eucharistia
Praise and profane, praise and profane
Harmful cockroaches, praise and profane, the metastasis ready to deliver
gravediggers
who devors mouth wide open
to feast world s illness
Birds of ill omen, harmful cockroaches
Spitting on all you bless and you think i am, and the devil doesn t think less
Gravediggers, their deviant instinct, to feast world s illness
Harmful cockroaches, praise and profane
in the name of truth
In the name of truth, as they sprinkle holy water
the deep source who soil and rape
their deviant instinct
These paragons of pure love, gravediggers, they sprinkle this smell of mass graves
Praise and profane, in the name of truth, praise and profane
Vultures angels, who devors mouth wide open
The deep source who soil and rape, of sacrificial eucharistia
Praise and profane, these paragons of pure love
Vultures angels, praise and profane
These paragons of pure love, vultures angels
The metastasis ready to deliver, birds of ill omen
and the devil doesn t think less
still wearing their clothes