Blessed Bodies Rotting – Canchroid – letras

On the ashes of christWhere all the saints lay downPutrid souls from hell will never boundYou bastards get away with your soul stealingMy soul is very strong, just stop cheatingBrainwash ashing the weak is your biggest strenghtTalking about faith and divine creaturesCrap that never existed and will never existYour souls will be lost in the strongest mistMy inner demons will hunt you downRilling, rotting, eating your fleshDead bodies rise from the gravesSlaying the weak, making new slavesSearching for life, seeking for bloodFallen angels in their corners they stoodSlavery creation, monges with slavesYour religion tries to be the king and wear the crownBut as I walk on the streets one blink ins enough tomake a massYour beliefs are pitiful and worthless as the godhimselfThe best solution is to burn yourselfAnd as your soul burn in hellYour blessed bodie rotsIn temptation you fellFuck off with your dirty thoughts