Apostle Of God letra

Kill your brothers as you can
Destroy their homes the more you wish
Leave them unsheltered
Let them be unfed.


I am the profit of god
You'd better to take my advice
You must possess the power
You alone must be ruler
Nobody must catch your pace
But you build yourself a chase
If your bombs don't kill own kinds
The hunger does take their lives.


Raid through their own homes
Break their privacies
Load up weapons to shot the kids
Kill and lay them down on the ground
Kill your own kind as you are able.


If your weapons dont't kill own kinds
You must drop them nuclear bombs
This way you will knock them all down
Kill your brothers kill your own kinds.


Bounty Abounding is for you
Be sure this way you'd be prospered
This way you will get purified
May be you can get satisfied.

Tarantist - Letras

• 37
• Apostle Of God
• Bazaar
• Distorted Brains
• Emptiness
• Happy and Smiley
• Horny Society
• I am...
• Indefinite Beginning
• Mate Sorrow
• Mine De Terre
• Mission- Bloody Day
• Momental Madness
• Mrs. Virgin
• No You
• Pain Of My Chest
• Say Hail
• Standing Alone
• Sweet Dirty Nostalgia
• The Hell You Made
• Winner Looser