: Not thirsty am I for the blood Of redeemer of thy greed My hunger can't be satisfied With flesh of thy nazarene No gilded streets of heaven's grace
flesh of thy Nazarene No gilded streets of Heaven's grace Entice me in thy speech No holy mother doth condone All your pillage, war and greed War and greed
Not thirsty am I for the blood Of redeemer of thy greed My hunger can't be satisfied With flesh of thy nazarene No gilded streets of heaven's grace Entice
Tradução: Amorphis. Greed.
