Gods of the 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!