Where’s the fire? Where are the flames? ”You are the ones to be burnt away!” Predict all chaos, predict all pain We have sinned, but are we to blame? The world should burn in hell But I can’t feel the heat Light up the fire, light up the stake Scorch your witches – all in vain If the antichrist is Mr. Gates May I ask who’s insane? (Repeat)
The end of the world has come for dozens of different times Thus, what are we doing here if we’ve already died? All these indefinite prophecies, apocalyptic views And ominous predictions are just vulgar abuse After all their failures the ”chosen ones” still preach And spread their message of hope – salvation for pigs?! For humans are decaying, random worthless mass They deserve no salvage before the final clash
Where’s the fire? Where are the flames? ”You are the ones to be burnt away!” Predict all chaos, predict all pain We have sinned, but are we to blame? Light up the fire, light up the stake Scorch your witches – all in vain If the antichrist is Mr. Gates May I ask who’s insane?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
