Was a long and dark December, When the banks became cathedrals And a fox became God. Priests clutched onto bibles Hollowed out to fit their rifles And a cross held aloft.
Was a long and dark December, When the banks became cathedrals And a fox became God. Priests clutched onto bibles Hollowed out to fit their rifles And a cross held aloft.
Крест без любви нельзя мыслить и представлять: где Крест, там и любовь; в церкви вы везде и на всем видите кресты, для того чтобы все напоминало вам, что вы во храме Бога любви, в храме Любви, распятой за нас.
