The Great Divide Lyrics
The eyes and stretced hands-all I perceive-immence dropof uncongeald blood...Children of lies!..They boast of new faithawait for new victims,Available soulsFor giant meat-grinderof Religion Fit !..(lead:Anatoly)Awaits for my soul...Awaits for my death!..Last admissionAttemps to ransom are futileNo praise for God that's DeadLike gem it'll crown yourGold Chain of Life!..(lead:Anatoly)
Initial State The Great Divide