Текст песни Shades of Evil - Rotting Christ
                                                God 
                                                desires 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                born
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                flame 
                                                of 
                                                human 
                                                sense
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bursting 
                                                and 
                                                rising
 
                                    
                                
                                                Higher 
                                                and 
                                                higher
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                what 
                                                if 
                                                there 
                                                are 
                                                no 
                                                roots 
                                                on 
                                                earth
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                what 
                                                if 
                                                the 
                                                stoned 
                                                residence
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                    a 
                                                ruined 
                                                hotel
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                flame 
                                                of 
                                                God 
                                                cannot 
                                                burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                what 
                                                if 
                                                the 
                                                human 
                                                sense
 
                                    
                                
                                                Appears 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                son 
                                                without 
                                                birth
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                an 
                                                unequal 
                                                battle
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                stoned 
                                                walls 
                                                are 
                                                made 
                                                of 
                                                human 
                                                flesh
 
                                    
                                
                                                God 
                                                desires 
                                                to 
                                                reign
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                flame 
                                                of 
                                                human 
                                                fear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Creating 
                                                and 
                                                burning
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                fields 
                                                of 
                                                humans' 
                                                fear
 
                                    
                                
:                                                Prepare 
                                                your 
                                                soul 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                eternal 
                                                burn:
 
                                    
                                
:                                                And 
                                                what 
                                                if 
                                                the 
                                                human 
                                                sense 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                son 
                                                without 
                                                birth
 
                                    
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