The Fruit of Prostitution Lyrics


Admirers of enslaved cults

Stemmed from the masses to forge their arms

Spilled blood and crimes are the result

Of centuries of holy lies

Illusory species

Creatures begat by lies

Nothing but a myth

Fruit of prostitution

Might is right

My ethic of life

No remorse, no regrets

Denying the established moral

Illusory species

Creatures begat by lies

Nothing but a myth

Fruit of prostitution

My hatred shall delude their existence in a neverending chaos...