Song Lyrics
Laughing with hatred, i m left on fire
The pain s great, it s the gospel
A burning spear at hand, a tall white stranger
Accompanied by heralds, laughing with hatred
in his hand a long spear
One of our own, one of our own, white stranger
The pain s great, in the distant horizon
i m left on fire
A burning spear at hand, an appearance gaunt and hollow
An appearance gaunt and hollow, with nothing less than god
The soul satisfied now, white stranger, it s the gospel
The soul satisfied now, i m left on fire
The pain s great, in his hand a long spear
it s the gospel
It s the gospel, machine gun fanfares
in front a tall white stranger
It s the gospel, one of our own, i m left on fire
Pierce my entrails, it s the gospel Årabrot, laughing with hatred
He thrust it in my heart, it s the gospel, in front a tall white stranger
I m left on fire, trumpets blare
laughing with hatred
In the distant horizon, a burning spear at hand The, it s the gospel
i m left on fire
with nothing less than god
In front a tall white stranger, white stranger, one of our own
At iron s point a fire, laughing with hatred The, he thrust it in my heart
Pierce my entrails, i m left on fire
a tall white stranger
one of our own
Pierce my entrails, in front a tall white stranger
Pierce my entrails, he thrust it in my heart
An appearance gaunt and hollow, in front a tall white stranger
in the distant horizon
in front a tall white stranger
White stranger, one of our own
trumpets blare
In his hand a long spear, accompanied by heralds
One of our own, trumpets blare Årabrot, he thrust it in my heart
In front a tall white stranger, trumpets blare Gospel, it s the gospel
At iron s point a fire, i m left on fire Gospel, it s the gospel
Machine gun fanfares, the pain s great
One of our own, it s the gospel Årabrot, one of our own
In front a tall white stranger, machine gun fanfares Gospel, it s the gospel
In front a tall white stranger, laughing with hatred, a tall white stranger