Spiritus Mortis - Jesus Christ, Son of Satan

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Under the gun. Under the desert son
Golgotha, the Place of the Skull
Don’t mess with the man in the middle;
16,000 times crippled body crucified, by stranger’s hand
Across the boiling fields of blood
Soldiers march to Jerusalem, in the Holy Land
Where from do all the words come?
Where from does all the blood come?
Where from does all the sickness come?
Where from does all the moist come?
From the darkness behind man
The heart of man, either a temple of God
Or a habitation of Satan
God, take this bullet that is shot towards you;
Towards your Heaven, your houses and rooms
I am on the path of vengeance
In the name of the one whom you sacrificed
In front of human trash — swarm of lower class
I bear these crosses on my skin
So that you would never forget
What he went through, here on this Earth
I am here to remind you of his sacrifice
I bear the doom, for the son of Lucifer and his rebirth
Rendezvous with Satan
A romance that will quake the Earth