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Salones de Delicias Humanas

Genus Ordinis Dei

Halls of Human Delights

Generate a joyful sin so you can count on more sinners
Tell them they can be better
And punish all those envying souls
Give them gold, give them whores
Give them wine and infect their wheat
Force the king to sell the crown
To pay for his mistakes

We made seas, we made seasons (we made)
We made dreams, we made reason (we create)
We create sins to fill our prisons
Halls of human delights

Feed their desire
Of total prevarication
Promise them tasty prizes
They won't enjoy for too long
Name this faith
And they will blindly follow you
Lead them to the death they deserve
And eat their brains for the rest of forever
Give them gold, give them whores
Give them wine and infect their wheat
Force the king to sell the crown
To pay for his mistakes

We made seas, we made seasons (we made)
We made dreams, we made reason (we create)
We create sins to fill our prisons
Halls of human delights

We made seas, we made seasons (we made)
We made dreams, we made reason (we create)
We create sins to fill our prisons
Halls of human delights

Salones de Delicias Humanas

Genera un pecado alegre para que cuentes con más pecadores
Diles que pueden ser mejores
Y castiga a esas almas envidiosas
Dales oro, dales prostitutas
Dales vino e infecta su trigo
Forza al rey a vender la corona
Para pagar por sus errores

Creamos mares, creamos estaciones (creamos)
Creamos sueños, creamos razón (creamos)
Creamos pecados para llenar nuestras prisiones
Salones de delicias humanas

Alimenta su deseo
De total prevaricación
Promételes premios sabrosos
Que no disfrutarán por mucho tiempo
Nombra esta fe
Y te seguirán ciegamente
Llévalos a la muerte que merecen
Y come sus cerebros por la eternidad
Dales oro, dales prostitutas
Dales vino e infecta su trigo
Forza al rey a vender la corona
Para pagar por sus errores

Creamos mares, creamos estaciones (creamos)
Creamos sueños, creamos razón (creamos)
Creamos pecados para llenar nuestras prisiones
Salones de delicias humanas

Creamos mares, creamos estaciones (creamos)
Creamos sueños, creamos razón (creamos)
Creamos pecados para llenar nuestras prisiones
Salones de delicias humanas

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