歌词
Laid out before him
A book of old psalms
His eyes are blinded
By the darkest shades
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His mouth is dry like sand
The voice is rusty
Speaks about death and sorrow
And how to save your soul
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On his alter throne
Drowning in wine
And endless funerals
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Aroma of wine and vomit
Infects the air
Wearing the hammerhead
Saved by the iron bell