Текст песни Jesus Christ, Son of Satan (Spiritus Mortis) с переводом

Under the gun. Under the desert son

Golgotha, the Place of the Skull

Don’t mess with the man in the middle;

16,000 times crippled body crucified, by stranger’s hand

Across the boiling fields of blood

Soldiers march to Jerusalem, in the Holy Land

Where from do all the words come?

Where from does all the blood come?

Where from does all the sickness come?

Where from does all the moist come?

From the darkness behind man

The heart of man, either a temple of God

Or a habitation of Satan

God, take this bullet that is shot towards you;

Towards your Heaven, your houses and rooms

I am on the path of vengeance

In the name of the one whom you sacrificed

In front of human trash — swarm of lower class

I bear these crosses on my skin

So that you would never forget

What he went through, here on this Earth

I am here to remind you of his sacrifice

I bear the doom, for the son of Lucifer and his rebirth

Rendezvous with Satan

A romance that will quake the Earth

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