Rising, from the fathomless depths of torment Devouring the source of all lies
Deny them eternity
Peeling, the rotten skin of the ones so holy Conquer wearing trophies of god
Seeing them crawl back, repent, and slowly decay Carving crosses out of spines of the dead
There will never be prayers in the halls again
Bloodbath Merging soil with stone and anger Terrible the smell of mankind
Deny the eternity
Quartered, breaking through to you with a dull blade Sharpened is the sinister smile
Seeing them crawl back, repent, and slowly decay Carving crosses out of spines of the dead
Turning the masses to coal through flame There will never be prayers in these halls again
Covered in the blackened soil in carrion, the ways of old We laugh amidst the smell of the dead Covered in the blackened soil in carrion, the ways of old Our time of fucking dominion
Burn, to the ground Burn, it, down Burn, to the ground Burn, it, down
Peeling, the rotten skin of the ones so holy Conquer wearing trophies of god
Seeing them crawl back, repent, and slowly decay Carving crosses out of spines of the dead
Turning the masses to coal through flame There will never be prayers in these halls againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
