Video The Cross Of The Deads de Profane Creation 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Profane Creation - The Cross Of The Deads Lyrics

Created by hands
Of theirs of the abyss
The graet beast tremble
The pillers of society
Finish with moral
And human beliefs
The praise from sons of the lust
To your master
Satanas resounds
By four corner of earth.

The agony of hungry
And violence
Be get the despair
Of the human bastards
Convicts to the hell.

Neither the arrival
Of a son of God
Go to save the poor
Decadent humanity
The men killed Jesus christ
That who was envied
To save their souls
The lucifer's power
Was larger than God
Oh, satanas,
Thou who got to do with
The man convicted to himself
Oh, satanas,
Thou was the cause
Of the despair and agony.

Thou was the cause
Of hungry and pain
Oh, satanas, your evil
Vanquish the virtue
The evil will to live
Above the evil... Forever.