Cult of Mary Songtext
von Gallows
Cult of Mary Songtext
Welcome to violence, the world and the act
An invitation to ruin, flowers of youth under attack
What doesn′t destroy can create as well
Thriving gangs, the smell of female, faster, faster, kill, kill!
Dying with the living, living like the dead
You've got all my sick devotion, we′ll find heaven in worn out beds
And we're dying with the living, living like the dead
You've got all my sick devotion, we′ll find heaven in worn out beds
Like all the mystics that came before
You see the windows in the prison house
Fireworks of despair, echoes all around you
Daughter of the sun, behind the veil colour abstract
Slaves to each other, our will undone
Dying with the living, living like the dead
You′ve got all my sick devotion, we'll find heaven in worn out beds
And we′re dying with the living, living like the dead
You've got all my sick devotion, we′ll find heaven in worn out beds
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ, Pagan blood for the religious reich
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ, Pagan blood for the religious reich
She shed, shed her skin in waves of nothingness
She shed, shed her skin in waves of nothingness
She shed, shed her skin in waves of nothingness
She shed, shed her skin in waves of nothingness
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ, Pagan blood for the religious reich
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ, Pagan blood for the religious reich
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ, Pagan blood for the religious reich
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ, Pagan blood for the religious reich
An invitation to ruin, flowers of youth under attack
What doesn′t destroy can create as well
Thriving gangs, the smell of female, faster, faster, kill, kill!
Dying with the living, living like the dead
You've got all my sick devotion, we′ll find heaven in worn out beds
And we're dying with the living, living like the dead
You've got all my sick devotion, we′ll find heaven in worn out beds
Like all the mystics that came before
You see the windows in the prison house
Fireworks of despair, echoes all around you
Daughter of the sun, behind the veil colour abstract
Slaves to each other, our will undone
Dying with the living, living like the dead
You′ve got all my sick devotion, we'll find heaven in worn out beds
And we′re dying with the living, living like the dead
You've got all my sick devotion, we′ll find heaven in worn out beds
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ, Pagan blood for the religious reich
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ, Pagan blood for the religious reich
She shed, shed her skin in waves of nothingness
She shed, shed her skin in waves of nothingness
She shed, shed her skin in waves of nothingness
She shed, shed her skin in waves of nothingness
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ, Pagan blood for the religious reich
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ, Pagan blood for the religious reich
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ, Pagan blood for the religious reich
Cult of Mary, crucified Christ, Pagan blood for the religious reich
Writer(s): Wade Gordon Macneil, Laurent Benjamin Barnard, Stephen William Richard Carter, Stuart Leslie Gili-ross, Lee Phillip Barratt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com