Angelmaker Songtext
von The Southern Oracle

Deathbed priest sitting on the sidewalk of the maze
Waiting for the undead to pass the gates
Hold his hand, he walks you through the holy lands
He′s gonna bring hell down on your head
Casts terror into the heart of the unbeliever Fear and loathing, painful moaning
We ain't no saints but he gives us wings
The past glory does not excuse present guilt
But you can always buy yourself out
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.