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Forma Primitiva

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Primitivei Form

Strengthen your pagan spirit
For our soul to be burned eternally
Forget, and never forgive
You'll never have explanations

The whole fetid hypocrisy
That the saints gave us
Your master calls them
For you love them eternally

Your leader's indignation
The primitive form of the hate isn't compared
That will always be in our souls
Our evil one isn't compared

Strengthen your pagan spirit
For our soul to be burned eternally
Forget, and never forgive
You'll never have explanations

Your leader's indignation
The primitive form of the hate isn't compared
That will always be in our souls
Our evil one isn't compared

Forma Primitiva

Fortalece tu espíritu pagano
Para que nuestra alma arda eternamente
Olvida, y nunca perdones
Nunca tendrás explicaciones

Toda la hipocresía fétida
Que los santos nos dieron
Tu maestro los llama
Porque los amas eternamente

La indignación de tu líder
La forma primitiva del odio no se compara
Que siempre estará en nuestras almas
Nuestro malvado no se compara

Fortalece tu espíritu pagano
Para que nuestra alma arda eternamente
Olvida, y nunca perdones
Nunca tendrás explicaciones

La indignación de tu líder
La forma primitiva del odio no se compara
Que siempre estará en nuestras almas
Nuestro malvado no se compara

Escrita por: Vitor Horta