Fanatic for religion Alone with holy images She consumes eagerly Gospels and prayers Her mind deforms the real Your fanatism hits your soul Screams invade
Obscure desire Intimate of anybody Intention to finish With all the life's way You live to possess for this Marking in your integrity Violence open
And the darkness arrives Bringing hunger and cold Nuclear winter... acid rain Powerous men to dust Marked land by blood Owing to the warlords And the
People confuse you Saying: "The Messiah is coming!" Making your mind to believe The church is only salvation You take to a great doubt Thrown an infinity
Your eyes are closing For a new beginning Voices in the night Torturing your thoughts Shadows command your steps For a strange land Screams of sorrow
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Traduzione: Tortura Squad. Tremante.
