G/Goatwhore/My Name Is Frightful Among the Believers
A crown of warfare, a diadem of pain Count the days of collapse, of these golden realms Furnace of the bellows, a tempest to make the embers burn Filling the sky with our screams, merciless mother of storm
Create the enslavement of these tyrant ways Enter the empty blackness of these final days Washed away in the tides of this timely hate Buried in the oceans beneath the sand of decay
Erect this empire from the crumbled remains Foundation of conquest, upon these soiled minds Rise from the ravaged, ageless prince of the starless realm Channel this vision of deviance in the sacred expulsion of man
Charm of this darkness lures us into the void Out of corruption life emerges to be destroyed Lord of unknown awake from this timely sleep Buried far below the oceans and in the endless deep
Purification in ritual murder Spilling blood for this sacrifice
Spiraling the knife in wounds of lust Swallowed into the jaws of collapse The abyss awaits with open arms Concealing this nature of revenge
Unsettling moment of perversion Creating this path for the condemned Intoxicating aroma of death Embrace the essence to obliterate
A dead man's scream, beyond the cold flame, voiding the mind Shocking revelations, awake in the night, dulled by the poison of life
Where the shadows gather and the night becomes blood These secrets within the great abyss, the gnawing fear inside
This is the end, the failure for all of man, a silent voice that descends Unearthly pale fury, another tragedy of god, awake the horsemen of doom
Out of the abyss we share this fear for the dark, concealed inside Beyond the light of stars an angry sky breeds the hate for mankindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
