Death is calling your name It is silent cold, it is scorching hot red Death is the end; Death is the beginning But not for you; Death is your doom You will be mocked for your treacheries Stretched, shredded and dried Once you are made a corpse You will be desecrated I beheld a most frightening dream Satans great kingdom grew nearer A voice called upon me in a sea of blood I beheld God; His heart was Ancient dark
Tremble in fear; your sins draw you nearer As you make your great descent; It will be to late to repent Tremble in fear; your sins draw you nearer As you make your great descent; Hold your god damned horns up high
You will be mocked for your treachery Stretched, dried and shredded Once you are made a corpse You will be desecrated
Behold! Brimstone and Fire This is your fate; For you it is too late As you make your final descent Hold your horns up highTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
