My merciful Wrath be gentle to Thy servants of this earth Reeking stench of death The fever, the sinner, ten plagues upon the greaver I will not pray Fuck your religion we all die today
Let the moon rain All upon me Radiant desolation I absolve thee Run for your life, to the hills Gods of the night, we welcome your wickedness Vile and vicious Aversion holiness Cleaned by this world No one can abscond of it Beg for the blade, they will greet it A grave and the fires of hell shall succeed it
Blood red alter Where I sold my soul This path of carcasses Become my stepping stones One by one you'll lose your faith Your god forsakes your misery And you shall reap your hate Through pain
Let the moon rain All upon me Radiant Desolation I absolve thee Run for your life, to the hills Gods of the night, we welcome your wickedness Vile and vicious Aversion holiness Cleaned by this world No one can abscond of it Beg for the blade, they will greet it A grave and the fires of hell shall succeed it
Slave, slave to death you must die today Resurrect all the misery, suffering, ending uncertainty The look in your eyes the longing for lies Be his slave Now that shame has become your stench Slithered once now you can't resist The beating down filth of a liars breath No remorse Let it die
The silence of lambs The milk of the breast Her innocence lost drowned by the shrill of the cost And immersed in this sphere we call death
Let the moon rain All upon me Radiant Desolation I absolve thee Run for your life, to the hills Gods of the night, we welcome your wickedness Vile and vicious Aversion holiness Cleaned by this world No one can abscond of it Beg for the blade, they will greet it A grave and the fires of hell shall succeed itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
