Trinity Fields - Deathstars

Here he comes as you pray

Like shot lambs you crawl

Here he comes as you pray

Oh, shot lambs now fall

Hear him breathe as you pray

His tongue licks your palms

Feel him seduces when you pray

There’s oralsex in his psalms

All the seed

That you have planted

Upon trinity fields

And those crops that thrive

Inside of you

Grow like thorns

Through your praying hands

All the seeds

Hear him scream as you pray

The cold father and sin

Feel his soft and sick tongue

Lick your Christian skin

All the seed

That you have planted

Upon trinity fields

And those crops that thrive

Inside of you

Grow like thorns

Through your praying hands

There’s a ruin in the heart of this plain

A rose that withers and dies

So leave the fields and join the insects

Join the lord of lies

All the seed

That you have planted

Upon trinity fields

And those crops that thrive

Inside of you

Grow like thorns

Through your praying hands

Thorns