We are sick children of darkness
|
Feeling no guilt, but filled to the brim with malice
|
We are sick children of darkness
|
We do not hear the voice of God, we hear the voice of Satan
|
We are sick (we are sick), children of darkness
|
Feeling no guilt, but filled to the brim with malice
|
We are sick (we are sick), children of darkness
|
We do not hear the voice of God, we hear the voice of Satan
|
Minds are crippled, imaginations are full of darkness
|
Dreams drown in nightmares and dark spells are strong
|
"We are all sick, we are all sick" were born with a piece of the demon
|
In fact, all magicians, witches, sorcerers should repent
|
But where did you see it. |
friend
|
The spells were cast again. |
a circle
|
Again in an empty room an ominous knock
|
If they weren’t in the subject, they would have caught a fright,
|
And so all this is close to the heart and soul
|
We know that this is not normal, we can’t wash ourselves already
|
And when they come to the temple, they pierce me like a thousand knives
|
Holy water is sprinkled like rattlesnake venom
|
Where is the light of candles, where is the trace of claws on the walls
|
Every day it's getting angrier
|
Spitting bile, and in the souls of dirt we are afraid of the sun's rays
|
As if a virus infects the soul and sinful flesh
|
Nobody knows what antidote to inject
|
Every third one here is possessed, albeit with an angelic face
|
We are children of darkness forgotten by the creator
|
We are sick children of darkness
|
Feeling no guilt, but filled to the brim with malice
|
We are sick children of darkness
|
We do not hear the voice of God, we hear the voice of Satan
|
We are sick (we are sick), children of darkness
|
Feeling no guilt, but filled to the brim with malice
|
We are sick (we are sick), children of darkness
|
We do not hear the voice of God, we hear the voice of Satan |