Enemy Of The Day - текст песни
Enemy Of The Day
They bark the call...
...In my chosen ones. I'm burning...
...Warm blood is spilled from the whore...
...They're burying the cross...
...When the blood is spilled for them
The whores of heaven cum for them...
...In the shadow of hell...
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