Traduction: Moen, Don. Comme nous t'adorons.
Your will be done In my Life Hear my cry Hear my cry I want to know you More than anything More than anything Know you I want to know you
play you Do your own thing Fuck what they do And if you good at something make sure they pay you And if not take a thank you Whether they praise you,
what he really means... Business as usual How dirty we play Business as usual Don't you get in the way Yeah, make you feel helpless Make you feel like
deep inside You're a masochistic freak in disguise Your love is your pain, and pain is your gain You'll force the fit just to feel the strain You worship
the time to worship together in harmony We stand, we come We lift our voice as one We stand, we come We lift our voice as one We stand United we stand Divided we
Here we go You assume that you're my best friend No life, just consume what you attach to Failure, now hang on others and try to fill the hollow Pathetic
Come here my angel and sit on my knee and tell me what song you would hear from me. "Sing me the song of eternal numbers and from this day I shall well
you go away If you go away If you go away... If you go away As I know you will You must tell the world To stop turning 'til you return again If you
war now check it something has got to give We stormed to the back, and we took demons as hostages You want your people to live? Then you'll forever pay
rollin Thuggin by the deadliest G's, you can't fuck wit us to the pressure out of pressure, I'm loadin, blow you up Y'all know we don't worship sin, it
me now!!) {Busta Rhymes} Welcome.. We are now in the current state of the Anarchy We fight, to survive niggaz We fight, to rule our own government We
we worship and adore You We lift our hands and praise The Immortal, Invisible The Ancient Of Days Creation bows before You As Your children give You
time to fight the battle! Tail now winding: Cauda Draconis! Astaroth: O fallen friends, we raise an eternal night. We shall never worship His humans
If you go away If you go away If you go away... If you go away As I know you will You must tell the world To stop turning 'til you return again If
more Load redeem me, am I pure? As pure as pure as heaven Sent you money sent you flowers Could worship you for hours In whose hands are we anyway?