Proliferation thru native soil
Share the poisoned vermin
Of the promised religious disease
Monuments of imposed redemption are raised
Enslaving missions spreading like the plague
Segregate, imprison, massacred, forgotten
Forced as whipped into biblical ways
Learn the word of the tyrannical church of slaves
Sell out their lives like rats to the snakes
The rape of their women, the abuse of their faith
Segregate, imprison, massacred, forgotten
Mass burial of entire tribes
Banished as bashed, denial of their lives
Thrown in a cage like apes they agonize
The priests glorify the crown of thorns
An act of deliverance for the mighty lord
Natives captured as murdered
In the temple's abattoir
Hunt and burn the shamans of the earth
Poison is sprayed
And pumped in the entrails of the land
The great spirit cries
Tears of blood and deception
Infants taken into the dome
Of torture and perversion
In the chapel lies a vile secret
A graveyard and a cruel abattoir
Remains of flesh and scattered bones
Beneath the altar of a cruel throne
Saints on the wall testify the siege
The pervert priest, of constant brutalities
When infants are buried alive
Beneath the altar of prayers divine
In the secret graveyard, Mass burial
Of native tribes
In the chapel of holiness, Mass burial
Of native tribes
Pamenu kokiais 1985ais kai Lietuvoje dar nebuvo Dievo, rimtesniu baznyciu, renginiu, katinas leopoldas buvo pirmas krikscionis neses Dievo zinia i dar sovietine sali.
Jei esi geras – viskas lengva kelyje,
O kai atvirkščiai – sunku ir tamsu darosi tiesiog.
Pasidalink su kiekvienu džiaugsmu savo tyru,
Sėk aplinkui juoką skambų ir tyrą.
Jei dainas dainuoji – linksmiau pasidaro,
O kai atvirkščiai – nuobodu ir pilka, be gal
Daina Jei esi geras leopoldas.
Lietus basas per žemę nubėgo,
Klevams per pečius tapšnojo delnais.
Jei diena giedra – gera ir miela,
O kai atvirkščiai – liūdna pasidaro visai.
Girdis, kaip skamba aukštai danguje
Saulės spindulių stygos šviesios.
Jei esi g