Anata - Those Who Lick The Wounds Of Christ lyrics

Woe to the holy men Who taste the sacred wine You lick the wounds of Christ The one of blessed memory Through this you make him breathe Though the candlelight is flickering Relieving wind come sweep away Devotion to his memory One is the remedy To let our souls fly free One is the solution To put all this to a final end To end this misery Let me spit into your face And at the symbol of your feeble race This is the symbol of your feeble race This is just what he would preach His kingdom is now out of reach Pale utopia's tragedy I had a dream That resembled of a dark past An honorable ancestry Of a time when weakness Was no virtue more than prosperity Awakening in cold sweat Screaming with agony Something must be done to end this pain And one is the remedy You are the clowns You simple-minded misguided ones In the name of God In the name of insanity Your ways are so pathetic Your minds are so naive You are the worm inside my veins You make me sick with apathy