Nameless Orchestral Project

I.n.r.i

Nameless Orchestral Project


Once upon a cross
Carrying the dead body of a Jew
King of contemptible people
Claiming to be the son of God.

I am the spikes in his hands
And the spear in his heart ;
His face twisted by pain
Can't make me sad.

Once upon a cross
Carrying a bastard's corpse
Still venerated 2000 years later
By the feeble-minded.

I am the thorns diadem on his head
And the black metal cutting his body ;
His face shadowed by death
Seems to express his fatalism.

Once upon a cross
Carrying a martyr's mortal remains
Who would has held out his other cheek
To feel better the pain of this song.

Bellicose Muhammad, a religion of peace's prophet never would tolerate such a blasphemy.
He would allready cut my throat like a pig or rather like a sheep, halal of course,
He would stone my wife after veil her and rape my young daughter.
When Amen forgive sloth, Insh'allah consent to debauchery of violence and hate.

Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor, envie uma correção >

Compartilhe
esta música

Ouça estações relacionadas a Nameless Orchestral Project no Vagalume.FM

Mais tocadas de Nameless Orchestral Project

ESTAÇÕES
ARTISTAS RELACIONADOS