Текст песни
Behold
a
new
Christ
Behold
the
same
old
horde
Gather
at
the
altering
New
beginning,
new
word
And
the
word
was
death
And
the
word
was
without
light
The
new
beatitude
Good
luck,
you're
on
your
own
Blessed
are
the
fornicants
May
we
bend
down
to
be
their
whores
Blessed
are
the
rich
May
we
labor,
deliver
them
more
Blessed
are
the
envious
Bless
the
slothful,
the
wrathful,
the
vain
Blessed
are
the
gluttonous
May
they
feast
us
to
famine
and
war
What
of
the
pious,
the
pure
of
heart,
the
peaceful?
What
of
the
meek,
the
mourning,
and
the
merciful?
All
doomed
All
doomed
Behold
a
new
Christ
Behold
the
same
old
horde
Gather
at
the
altering
New
beginning,
new
word
And
the
word
was
death
And
the
word
was
without
light
The
new
beatitude
Good
luck
What
of
the
pious,
the
pure
of
heart,
the
peaceful?
What
of
the
meek,
the
mourning,
and
the
merciful?
What
of
the
righteous?
What
of
the
charitable?
What
of
the
truthful,
the
dutiful,
the
decent?
Doomed
are
the
poor
Doomed
are
the
peaceful
Doomed
are
the
meek
Doomed
are
the
merciful
For
the
word
is
now
death
And
the
word
is
now
without
light
The
new
beatitude
Fuck
the
doomed,
you're
on
your
own
Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.