Feeding the Flames with Christian Souls Lyrics

Proud wandering exile
Banished from stinky paradise
Damned walk in the shadows
Thirsty for sacred lambs
They get up when trumpets sound
Now surrender to the black riders
The buzz of the crying knock down
Looking around for exit
Came the end of his days
Proud wandering exile
Banished from stinky paradise
Damned walk in the shadows
Thirsty for sacred lambs
There is no rest
There is no possible truce
In the name of the past
Now you suffer persecution
Proud wandering exile
Banished from stinky paradise
Damned walk in the shadows
Recreating historical events
You wash your hands with the memory
Death in the name of god
Punished for their ignorance
He creates in his image and likeness
To kneel angels
To those who lie here
Betting on the good
From this holy war
No miracle would save you
He live his children
Afraid of the dark
He creates in his image and likeness
To kneel angels
To those who lie here
Betting on the good
From this holy war
No miracle would save you
He live his children
Afraid of the dark
Victims in their hands
Bleed and hit the ground
They seek prosperity ... feeding the flames with Christian souls ...
Give life to the fire ...
Wood-preacher meat
This is the new inquisition
Pagans subject Christian
Give death to the coward
Who blindly worship the purification
Fall near kings in the swamp
And their flocks full of misery
Victims in their hands
Bleed and hit the ground
They seek prosperity ... feeding the flames with Christian souls ...
They are the sons of satan
And now they seek prosperity
And now ... there is no break, no Truce!
In the name of the past
You suffer persecution, pain and misery
torment your soul ...