Oh lord, the wicked comes to me There’s nothing I can do With bloodstained hands in my mind And endless fear in my head
You become the martyr, blinded by the faith The nines are walking, trapped in the consciousness Thunder and lightning devasting all on its way
This hate is near, these sacrifices cutting the flesh
To feed with preys these ravenous gods A light burn in the sky Hell waiting the new souls
The nines are walking, Thunder and lightning Ah Puch, Metnal Ah Puch, Metnal
Metnal is rising, Ah Puch god is smiling His putrefied smell will rot you to the core
The nines are walking, Thunder and lightning devasting
Dancing with dead Bloostained hate on the back
To feed with preys these ravenous gods A light burn in the sky Hell waiting the new soulsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.