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In the land of Israel, not too long ago.
A man sat in his prison cell, watching the moonlight.
They called him the king of Jews, but he had no crown.
All he had were his hope, for the coming of his Lord.
A Lord that isn t there when you are in need,
A lord so full of shit, you will die for his deeds.

Guilty or not, you re full of shit.
Spreading your lies that too many believes.
You are a fake, and I know the truth.
I know your name and your god I do hate.

When the moon fades away, the rise of sawn.
Our self-proclaimed king, he starts to cry.

Guilty, guilty!!!
You will die upon your cross, amongst the other thieves.
Guilty, guilty!!!
You will die upon your cross, amongst the other thieves.

The day has now arrived, and it is time for you to die.
Still blinded by stupidity, believing you are Christ.
Walking down the streets of Jerusalem,
covered in spit, from the people you loved.

Guilty or not, you re full of shit.
Spreading your lies that too many believes.
You are a fake, and I know the truth.
I know your name and your god I do hate.

Guilty, guilty!!
You will die upon your cross, amongst the other thieves.

In the land of Israel, not too long ago.
A fake sat in his prison cell, watching the moonlight.
They called him the king of Jews, but he was a clown.
And every nail through his flesh is delivered by me.

Guilty, guilty!!!
You will die upon your cross, amongst the other thieves.

Oh oh oh...
Maybe you ve been pouring everything,
into this your mistake of this,
it turns to agony.
You contradict this when it comes to it,
you can t hide from me, but don t you surrender anything.
Don’t you know that?
That patience is a virtue, isn’t?
And life is a waiting game; don t you...

They came from so far away (cellars of Norway)
Where children play in Viking bands (sun won’t shine all day)
No one seemed to notice
That they came that distance
They just stood outside and
Smoked and talked their business

Play that song again
And go to hell when you die
Wave goodbye at you
As you tune...

Tras las rejas todos somos culpables
de falta de libertad.
los paganos me llaman blasfemo
porque miro a los ojos al sol.
En la tierra, sin tierra antigua, ajeno a toda religión.
En el bosque gritan aves salvajes
y vuelan los más bellos insectos.
Del arroyo surgen voces fantasmas
que susurran: Libérate, Libérate
aunque algo tenga que morir

Por la...

Pills that make you think that you are happy
Pills that make you think that you are sad
Pills that make you love most anybody
Pills that make you altogether mad

Pills that make you feel a little sleepy
Pills that make you stay up way too late
Pills that make your skin feel kinda creepy
Pills...

Can’t sit with you, talk for a while
You know you make me feel life
You know you make me wanna try harder

Can’t tell you ‘bout the kick inside
How the stupid mess brings out your eyes
And all those cities inside

And how, nothing can make me cry
A landslide’s brought me to a straight...