Letra de God Bless The Hustler

Shining upon their chests
the silver seal
the blood-red penitents
towards our land
from my window i can guess
the flames of their so-called heaven
by now, i should run away
leave the house, the church, the grave
And i won't do that
I open my eyes - cannot move
their hell after tracks me down
has finally put his hand in mine
torture me if you want
i have learnt to suffer
and in my grave
rained many a tear, oh blessed majesties
Once more saved - nevermore
mare tenebrarum - the red penitents
my fate divine - their worst obssession
burn in hell you cunt !
Their eyes are burning more than their crosses