When the flame tears up the throat of the earth The dead raise their hands in the prayer of scream When the razor blade cuts the white boy The seas of blood start their symphonies When the last stat falls Era of the nameless void will come When the last human being turns to ashes Harbinger of the god of nothingness will arise on the gory sky When the last dead child cries with a gory tear The bastard's kingdom will fall When millions of tears run to the kingdom of pain Scream of the glory will arise above the piles of corpses When flash of the nuclear triumph arises above the grey heavens I shall kneel down praising the power of pain When the last of saints decays on the wooden pole Thousands of angels from the forgotten nothingness Will stretch their arms towards the abyss When the last of the holy books burns on the pile made of black bones The human's body will become the cloth of history of the eternal pain Let's praise the pain Let's praise the tragedies Let's praise all of what sheds blood of millions Let's praise all that what tears the soil in the perennial fire Let's praise the extermination Let's praise the nothingness, because there is meaning of death Restoration, decay, voidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
