The Sinner Takes It All Lyrics & Chords By Persecution

In this time of cold
it's a pride to be cruel.
Who will deny?
No judge in the minds,
but a priest of reward.
Creatures of the dark,
too weak for thinking,
but strong enough to kill,
drunken by blood,
glad about lovely agony.
It's the same old quest
since the first beginning.
Face the money and the blood,
buy your right and your slaves
to punish them in all ways.
Oh it too fine to
See their eyes, face the grave.
No more conscience -
live and let die.
Torment for fun -
progress in your way.
The sinner takes it all!
The security of womb
is blending into misgiving,
but your eyes get open wider.
Find you on a road of madness,
victim or culprit.
The mirror shows your
Face of dead, blood red eyes.
Sinner, my deliverer,
take it away from me!