Crawl To Your Cross by Bathory
Crawl To Your Cross lyrics
Born by womb untouched by man
Or a horny mortal man's error
Flower power prophet of one
Spelled dog in the mirror
You hide behind stained glass windows
In fear of real world outside
Kneeling prostitute your souls
To reach his kingdom way up high
And then you castrate your pride in search
Of answers to your prayers
Well they may be reaching the heavens
But they unanswered remain
If so let his anger strike me down
Like lightning from clear sky
For I'm questioning your lord
His almightyness I defy
Sons of bitches whores of Christ
Your fucking prayers won't do
When it comes closer to deadline
You still don't have no fucking clue
How one in heaven can sit patiently
And watch the masses starve
On empty stomachs they may go
And to this kingdom it is far
In writtings you read and believe
In seven days the hog
Created light and what the fuck else
n who created God
You think the death of one man
Selfproclaimed the son of God a lost
But raise Hell and high water coz I rock and roll
Well, be my guest and crawl to your cross
The bigger cross the better Christian
Says the book of God's commands
But when you reach out you'll find
No one to grab thy fucking hand
And finally when truth comes clear
About death then what will you do
Y'see there's nowhere left to hide
From the grave waiting for you too
I have the knowledge guts and need
To questioning anything behind
Those pretty promises of heaven
Can't you see that you are blind
Because of one whose words you preach
And fall onto your knees before
Do not exist in fact I doubt
He'll knock your fucking doors
Sons of bitches whores of Christ
Your prayers never could
What I think faith in yourself a
Sane minds and hard work really could
Because to put all hope in one uphigh
Is sheer insanity
It will show fatal to us all
Yes, even fucking dangerously
You call yourselves the chosen ones
Because you've "seen" his light and soul
Well I've got news for you I'm stronger
Because I've got rock and roll
You think just coz you pray
Your souls'll be saved at any cost
While I'll burn coz I rock and roll
Well, go on make my day crawl to your cross
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