Toadies - Push The Hand lyrics

The pentagram is frozen, in your dark dreams

There are butchered christian priests

Falling in the common grave

Blood of christ paints my face.

Disgraced godly thoughts,

Thousand believer's souls

A burning church brings me joy,

Many believers affection burns in there.

My dark spirit purified after an unholy blasphemy.

Frozen pentagram shines on the night of the massacre.