Christian Epidemic The Prophet Lyrics

The Prophet Lyrics

Our temple made of course,

In the forests of pentagramms

Hell awaits, we'll sit on

Baphomets right

We don't need a hypocrite God lying goodness

Angels will serve,

Stars will protect

We have the feast, drinking

Jesus blood



In the eye is the mirror of the soul,

In your I don't see anything else

Than christian epidemic



The answer insides every question

And when the fire embraces my body

The purgatory's sweet touch

Gives the final answer

I don't care for Jesus wrathful fist,

I don't pay for excuse

If everyone fears the power of God,

I don't



Let's step through every frontier,

The devil's charm is mesmerized.

I feel the pain and torment

Every day promises new pleasures



I slept in the dust with the devil's daughter,

I saw my face's mirror in the eyes

For me she is the idol,

In the place of my heart the ice is burning

I rather be the first, in hell than

The last in heaven

Twin monn is raising,

And black stars are shining above me



I shout Judes's innocence, and

Deny Jesus's Kingdom

That word is a lay which says

The blessing on the last supper

Die on the cross who love with it,

An believe blindly in Jesus's promise