Siva I can’t burn their corpses any longer
Siva their fleshes can’t make me any stronger
Krishna, I am the other
Jesus, forgive your father
Buddha your nirvana is not enough for me
My vicious circles is the perfect place to be
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Blind prophets are rising from the south
Holy words are hiding in her mouth
Christ is sleeping in the woods
Hiding from her wicked moods
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All Gods are screaming in his ears
Pain and love are sacred fears
Blood and flesh and rotting hearts
Mystical nights with Crowley’s cards
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Madman’s prophecy is clear
Goat won’t die this year
Γιώργος Ανώνυμος
"ΤΟ ΚΟΛΟΧΑΡΤΟΝ" 