Gods Of Crime Lyrics

Wasted years
Wasted life
It's too late
Nothing is good

The one who
The goat's head
Boiled in blood
Seven nights
In the dishes of hell
For redemption of blames
Fried the heart
Seven days

Opresor, opresor, opresor, opresor

You lost my words

And disowned my name
Throwing you out of my mouth is my will

Come here and I show what
Must be later

That was the throne
Someone sat there
He looked like
The great King of worms
In front of him
Eternal sea of Death

Opresor, opresor, opresor, opresor

Ways of blaze
Burned his face
In which the spider's swarm
Braided the nest

Opresor, opresor, opresor, opresor

And he sat
Opresor you're designed
THIS IS THE END!