I Spit In Your Face by Dragon
Stone walls, the stench of graves
Dark vaults and hungry rats
The Blasphemous roar of hell
The black flashes of torches
Black crows, souls of the dead
Buried at the dead of night
Without fear you're awaiting their pranks
Because the cross is on your chest
You reign in the castle of death
Your eyes delight in tortures
Insane thoughts shake the fanatic's body
Dragged by the power of your rules
I'm fettered in chains
Given to you for sacrifice
Insane demon's thoughts
You say you fight for the good
That you are the Lord's messenger
Blood from your wounds soaks the monk's habit
In which you've clad your body
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