Faithless - Christ Agony

This night this belief suicidal curse the priest are screaming in chorus thirsting the don't breakup the night
This night a lonely scream dies faithful in the moon the naked wrapped with thorny grass three crosses soiled the dawn
The priest are here the w*****p the crosses at dawn and the sacrifice becomes the truth in their hands
One can see the night in the fire it's a crusade without belief being strong enough to lift a stone to lift to the sky my blood
Wich is drink in brain pans it's a drink of lonelyness the ritual of a crime my blood is a joy for the masters the corpse the gods food
So f**k my thoughts R**e my dreams and cut my veins and drink drink
Die with me