Wrath, for too long you have been silent Whip, punish me once again, the bleeding passion lies cold Colder than cutting blades.
I bring the screams of thousand whores Crucified on their own beds I bless the pestilence of thousand mothers Impregnated through the purest demon’s seed.
Descend to Assiah – disciple of death Crowned and pregnant – the snakes brood hate Fed on blasphemous and carnal delights Brought up devouring the sores of Christ
I bring the strength of thousand words engraved on the blood womb of sin. I shed the grief of dueling brothers Clamor of grinding symphony of screams, My voice is called whip!
Wrath, for too long you have been silent Whip, punish me once again, the bleeding passion lies cold Colder than cutting blades.
I bring the groans of thousand fallen angels Chained and impaled by the breath of your diseases I bring the cries of thousand children baptized withTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
