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Ai, the devil is looking for you,
It doesn't matter if you go,
To church with mom,
God lives in the hands,
Of our grandparents.
(Ooh , Ooh, Ooh, Ooh)
They have lives,
Full of Christ,
Reading the Bible,
Marking the days
With cricket songs,
Marking the days,
The final days.
(Winter Skull),
Crying in the cold
And searching with sweat
And we are screwed.
(Winter skull),
Chiando in the cold
And searching with sweat,
And we are screwed,
Chiando-oo, chiando-ooo.
Tears beautiful, beautiful tears,
Beautiful tears, beautiful tears.
And the desert, the desert they call them.
Leaving us thirsty.
And there is no water to drink,
br/>There is no more, there is no more,
There is no more blood,
The blood of Judas,
Cursed blood,
Pure blood.
Ai te look for the devil,
And it doesn't matter if you go,
To church with mom,
God lives in the hands,
From our grandparents
God lives in the hands ,
Of our memories.