The Great Divide Lyrics

The eyes and stretced hands- all I perceive-immence drop of uncongeald blood... Children of lies!.. They boast of new faith await for new victims, Available souls For giant meat-grinder of Religion Fit !.. (lead:Anatoly) Awaits for my soul... Awaits for my death!.. Last admission Attemps to ransom are futile No praise for God that's Dead Like gem it'll crown your Gold Chain of Life!..