מילים לשיר Crawl To Your Cross – Bathory

Recorded June 1989. Never before released) Born by womb untouched by man
Or a horny mortal man's error
Spelled dog in the mirror
Flower power prophet of one You hide behind stained glass windows
In fear of real world outside
Kneeling prostitute your souls
To reach his kingdom way up high
And then you castrate your pride in search Of answers to your prayers
Well they may be reaching the heavens
But they unanswered remain Like lightning from clear sky
If so let his anger strike me down
For I'm questioning your lord
His almightyness I defy Sons of bitches whores of Christ
Your fucking prayers won't do
You still don't have no fucking clue
When it comes closer to deadline How one in heaven can sit patiently
And watch the masses starve
On empty stomachs they may go And to this kingdom it is far
Created light and what the fuck else
In writtings you read and believe
In seven days the hog
But then who created God You think the death of one man
But raise Hell and high water coz I rock and roll
Well, be my guest and crawl to your cross
Selfproclaimed the son of God a lost The bigger cross the better Christian
Says the book of God's commands
But when you reach out you'll find
No one to grab thy fucking hand And finally when truth comes clear
About death then what will you do
From the grave waiting for you too
Y'see there's nowhere left to hide
I have the knowledge guts and need To questioning anything behind
Those pretty promises of heaven
Can't you see that you are blind
Because of one whose words you preach And fall onto your knees before
Do not exist in fact I doubt
He'll knock your fucking doors Sons of bitches whores of Christ
Your prayers never could
Sane minds and hard work really could
What I think faith in yourself and Because to put all hope in one uphigh
Is sheer insanity
It will show fatal to us all
Yes, even fucking dangerously Because you've "seen" his light and soul
You call yourselves the chosen ones
Well I've got news for you I'm stronger
Because I've got rock and roll
You think just coz you pray
Your souls'll be saved at any cost Well, go on make my day crawl to your crossWhile I'll burn coz I rock and roll.