I.N.R.I. Lyrics


Your frequent duty to pay - each day

For his sacrifice - disguise

By ten commandments -

Torments your life for the Priest.

You can't help yourself,

You can help noone.

You must help obey 'em!

You must obey 'em!

You must obey 'em!

You must obey 'em!

Because you're fukkin slave!

Rotten smell of faithfull decease

Spreads its power worldwide..

The zealot crowd's increase...

Dozens of dead souls are waiting for the Renaissance

In their Hell, in their own abyss of hate...

In abyss of hate...