Текст, перевод и аккорды “Goblet Of Gore”
- As the madman we all know who writhed on a crucifix I too have been sacrificed by death and her tricks Pursue the grail to make a wish and drink from the goblet of gore Souls are but small giblets please death care for more? In my anger ten more pills shall I gather seven hills? Lock the horns into place call upon the human race And I would pray: bitch which art in heaven above hallowed be thy name Thy violence come mayhem be done on Earth as it has in Rome Give us this day our daily gore forgive us for being poor Cause maybe if we pay enough we can wield upon the whore! I met an alter side of myself he said I don't know all but I'm learning I'm tired of quiet revolution I feel a violent yearning So gather your masses be masters of your fate Be all that you sow there is war in the shadows I am the master of hate Delivering the final BLOW!!! We the people shall destroy!!! The whore my lord she shall not want she eateth though I wield She creates the bondage we are sheep in her field Her cup runneth over with my blood and she wants more Death I am your filthy grail your GOBLET OF GORE... All that I sow... of this horrorshow!
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