Gods of Crime Lyrics


Wasted years

Wasted life

It's too late

Nothing is good

The one who

The goat's head

Boiled in blood

Seven nights

In the dishes of hell

For redemption of blames

Fried the heart

Seven days

Opresor, opresor, opresor, opresor

You lost my words

And disowned my name

Throwing you out of my mouth is my will

Come here and I show what

Must be later

That was the throne

Someone sat there

He looked like

The great King of worms

In front of him

Eternal sea of Death

Opresor, opresor, opresor, opresor

Ways of blaze

Burned his face

In which the spider's swarm

Braided the nest

Opresor, opresor, opresor, opresor

And he sat

Opresor you're designed

THIS IS THE END!