Chants Of Maldoror - Of The Willings lyrics

The b**hes dressed in virgin's white With solemn proposition Approach to sacred altars And a**holes still believe in happy ends... I watch you reading psalms and crying While d**h comes to your kingdom Just like anyone who wants to come back home ...and terrible visions of flesh burned And piled in cages towered by The faker gods that fatten your filthy wombs... Dead children... some gold to steal... And god showed me the way To k** the demons and diseases We need your blood to fight The evil of these acts... And sitting on the right side Of the king of putrefaction The willings will build cradles for the bones... k**! k**! k**! k**! k**! k**! k**! k**! k**! And after nothing but sweet lullabies And tender smiles on the rotten cheeks Of mothers and their sons I know well how you'll clean your souls With honours and devotion But I'm the cry, I'm mourning, I'm the truth...