Laurence Songtext
von Fox Strikes

Stripped of prestigious claim
There′s nothing left for you here
Pursuing blood of beasts
Je t'avais prévenu

We must become as gods
And you wish to betray me
Our eyes are yet to open
Craignez le vieux sang


We′re born of the blood (Grant us eyes)
Made men by the blood (Grant us eyes)
Undone by the blood (Grant us eyes)
Fear the old blood

You won't transcend this way
Your departure is one profound
The Healing Church you made
Ce n'est rien d′autre qu′un mensonge


A beast
A vicar
A beast
A vicar
A beast
A vicar
A beast
A vicar