Faithless - Christ Agony

This night

This belief

Suicidal curse

The priest

Are screaming in chorus

Thirsting

The don’t breakup the night

This night

A lonely scream

Dies faithful in the moon

The naked wrapped

With thorny grass

Three crosses

Soiled the dawn

The priest are here

The worship the crosses at dawn

And the sacrifice

Becomes the truth

In their hands

One can see the night in the fire

It’s a crusade without belief

Being strong enough to lift a stone

To lift to the sky

My blood…

Wich is drink in brain pans

It’s a drink of lonelyness

The ritual of a crime

My blood

Is a joy for the masters

The corpse

The gods food

So fuck my thoughts

Rape my dreams

And cut my veins

And drink, drink

Die with me