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Текст: Cryptic Wintermoon. A Coming Storm. Messiah.


once i was sent to bring back your breed to the lord
the loss of your selfesteem is beyond redemption
your hollow - your weack - now i`m here your messiah
the anti messiah
dance for me like marionettes i am your messiah
your god hates you just like me

compassion aborts time is now running out for you
i`m your accuser i am your judge
you`re born in the mud and just live in disgrace
i am what you`re waiting for your messiah
i am the bringer of what you deserve
i`m sent by your god but there is no salvation
it`gone in your lifeless minds guiged to degeneration
you follow your primitive instincts but don`t see the signs
i am here to lead you to slavery

i am your messiah the anti messiah dance for me like marionettes
i am your messiah your god is nothing but me
follow me i`m your unhallowed priest seducer of mankind
resisting the serpant or preaching the beast
make your decision but always
it`s the end of your time the end of your time
it`s the end of your mind`s confusion
the loss of your soul religious conclusion

you fools trusting in mercy and your futile prayers
what are you waiting for
what is your god dammed salvation ?
You need a redeemer so call me messiah
the judas to the hollow but revelation to this world
this is the end of your mystic prophecies
and the dawn of a new age of reality