|
What do you do when you lost faith? |
|
Just pretend it's nothing |
|
A crown of thorns on your head |
|
You are the king of the damned |
|
Now you're here, your body drained |
|
A victim of betrayal by your own kind |
|
They followed you, now they sold your soul to the devil |
|
Theme: Delahaye |
|
Rusty nails through your hands |
|
Rusty nails through your soul |
|
Rusty nails, spikes in your flesh |
|
Rusty nails, blood in your eyes |
|
After a day your body's sore |
|
Flies feasting on your body |
|
Your mouth is dry, your brain is numb |
|
Constant hallucinations |
|
The criminals hanging next to you blabber all kinds of bullshit |
|
It makes you crazy, it drives you mad |
|
You wished them dead now don't you? |
|
Theme: Delahaye |
|
Rusty nails through your hands |
|
Rusty nails through your soul |
|
Rusty nails, spikes in your flesh |
|
Rusty nails, blood drips in your eyes |
|
Long was the walk through Jerusalem |
|
Dragging the cross all through the streets |
|
Lost all contact with sanity |
|
Hallucinations torture your feeble mind |
|
Temptations of lust and blasphemy |
|
Sucked dry by the whores of Babylon |
|
Lead: Delahaye |
|
Rusty nails through your hands |
|
Rusty nails through your soul |
|
Rusty nails, spikes in your flesh |
|
Rusty nails, blood drips in your eyes |
|
Rusty nails through your hands |
|
Rusty nails through your soul |
|
Rusty nails, rusty nails |
|
Rusty nails |
