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    Conversing The Dolt

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    Текст песни Conversing The Dolt
    Текст песни Conversing The Dolt

    "Aint you are the ardent revolting cannon foe!"
    Craned suspended greasy slug necks
    Loud howling judges of the ecclesiastical court
    An elder faced to justice, coarse cloth
    Faintly hall-smiling replying minting words
    "Tricking out the evil could be a sin confront to Lord
    Or dare you claiming that thou tormenting folks lesser sinner art?"
    "Ah poor wretch, could you argue faithful servants
    Bring self to book, you were doing something there
    At the black school, in the precincts of the devil
    Free will attendance is already a proof of blame"
    "Twice dolt you are, proof of blame, ha-ha-ha
    The place where ve been I doesnt show how I act
    No blasphemy pushed me there, you dont care
    A gasp for a drink of some knowledge made me try
    What is power? What makes folks turn into savageness and shame?
    Different issues troubled my mates and whoever else could respond -
    Tempter! We did a horrible treaty
    1.5 years spent in dark citadel
    Getting all we wished
    Answers developed right outta walls
    Once fiery image
    Brought us main answer through the yawning split
    "Power all belongs to a personality
    Strength of mind and body makes right"
    The schooling was all over, flung over open gates
    Everyone could go, not me
    Such a die had been cast
    But did I block my will?
    Turning shade to double I slipped...
    Getting a true story as true as it can be
    Do you still reiterate false charge?
    Vast dirty limbs grasped reflection and set me free
    I kept my knowledge lost my shade paying scores"
    "Weight words, Deuce
    We confess tour guilt so clear"
    Smiled the sage
    Gales were hidden in his sleeves
    "Ooh Antichrist!" squealed the priest like a swine
    "Knowledge I say" was the reply of great spit
    Into the face of the butcher oldman vanished
    The nippers for torture on the floor blasted echo
    [ Conversing The Dolt Lyrics ]
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