Текст песни Morbid Violence The Star of Bithliem

You were borned for power.
Your father has created the world.
But with what the fucking unfortune
Have you endowed all the humanity?

You've become the leader of the blind and the poor
You've returned the fortune to the foolish men.
There were no odd people in your family,
But you've stolen their souls under a vail of mystery.

Who's that tsar?
That insits on drinking blood
And eating his flesh
In return for eternal love.

People are praying: "Preserve!"
But everybody dies like mice
They're loosing trust and love to you
You're odd in their lives.

The churches are burning, the candles are being blown out
Look, it's your failure!
And you'll be crucified for ages
For your serene lies.

But how many of them? Of the sick willed?
Who's become slaves forever
But the star of Bithliem
It still burning with its dim gloomy light.