A kingdom of carnage Built of rot and death The stench is overwhelming It takes away my breath Moloch’s grand creation Abominations piled high Corpses upon corpses Heaped to the sky Made of mother’s tears And blood of the young The scent of innocence lost Pierces my lungs I can hear the souls scream Calling for their God There is no hope in Hell Only Satan’s applaud Throne of bone, fortress of flesh Throne of bone, fortress of flesh Throne of bone, fortress of flesh Throne of bone, fortress of flesh A mound of hypocrites Flesh and bone abound Twisted, contorted faces, And horrifying sounds Christians sewn together In repugnant array Fortified by the dead And assembled for display Throne of bone, fortress of flesh Throne of bone, fortress of flesh Throne of bone, fortress of flesh Throne of bone, fortress of fleshTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
