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Sign from pulpit through the church Faces like silent crypt Hear to words of a greed priest And he lies even in prayer Drop of sweat on his temple Give away the derisive sin He's writhe between amused candles And talks to the crowd withered Nonsense Queue of faithful blind lambs Waiting for Messiah's body They lick the hands of clown Thanking with collection for blessing Queue of faithful blind lambs Waiting for Messiah's blood But it's only cheap red wine Not-send by heaven Let them burn at stake Rip their skins again Mentor of many names Now look at you with grief Pain, emptiness Bitter truth like carrion Pain of bloody tempels Nothing more around your faith Empty words to all the figures Rotten fruit of mercy Aus Songtexte Mania