Crwn Thy Frnicatr

You ripped the soul from the child in me

You ripped the soul from the child in me

Bow down to the land of the free

Bow down to the world that made me

Bow down to the world that made me

Bow down to the world that made me

Bow down to the world that made me

Bury the nails into the one like me

Consecrating the lies exalts false prophecy

Tearing apart of man and all his goals

Offers benedictions and wills to plague your...

Soul is made, in God

The taste of sulfur and rain

The Christ now turns on man

And brings him pain

You ripped the soul from the child in me

You ripped the soul from the child in me

A gun to the temple of a world enslaved

By the lies that bind us to a faded hope

Ensures the perversion that you try to hide

Will become as dust that will fade in time