Doom! Doom! Doom! Doom is upon all the unbelievers Toxic fumes kill the deceivers And our children along It's the price of mercy we've waited for... So long!
Rifles rattle with horror of rage For the Holy Word we must wage It's been written by God himself in ire Ah! Ah! Our God, oh He loves to speak with fire
Sing! Sing! We sing until our lips run dry Songs of glory that make our foes die Clap! Clap! We clap our hands until they bleed For our long promised child of divine seed
All hail that child with ruby eyes With golden skin and a scepter in its hand Under its sight all the unclean dies Words of mercy come from its foaming mouth to the land
The great storm of love is upon us all It's the great storm of love, no one's saved from the fallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
