Since the dawn of man and beast I have waited for my pray To ascend in all my glory from a crying sky of grey
The fruit of eden is rotten The rivers run no more The birds have turned to stone You will be blessed with fever
Joyously I bathe in repulsion, contaminate the blood of man From my fetid throne of malice of humanity I spit I swallow all forms of light and dance with the newborn dead The night will be so dark that you cannot see beyond it
I will spread my wings Send man into the void The sweet tears of Christ Will be the wine of man
I wear my crown of worms and rejoice in sin and death Mock the gaping wounds of Christ - I won't bow to thee A thousand rats shall gnaw your bones - As you lie asleep A thousand flies shall cover you flesh, Lachryma Christi
On a cross he was hung, that sordid son The wounds in his side I licked with glee A carpenter or a messenger from God Nailed like a fool to a piece of tree Life will perish under a bloody red moon Death will come on a decayed breeze Cries will shatter the deadlocked tombs And all you harvest shall be disease
Betrayal, famine and terror
Life will perish under a bloody red moon Death will come on a decayed breeze Cries will shatter the deadlocked tombs And all you harvest shall be disease
Stillbirth, slaughter, havoc and deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
