Primitivei Form
Vitor Horta
Strengthen your pagan spirit
For our soul to be burned eternally
Forget, and never forgive
You'll never have explanations
The whole fetid hypocrisy
That the saints gave us
Your master calls them
For you love them eternally
Your leader's indignation
The primitive form of the hate isn't compared
That will always be in our souls
Our evil one isn't compared
Strengthen your pagan spirit
For our soul to be burned eternally
Forget, and never forgive
You'll never have explanations
Your leader's indignation
The primitive form of the hate isn't compared
That will always be in our souls
Our evil one isn't compared