The ancient city gasps for air There is no soil, there are no people The thick stench of unclean flesh Nauseating, permeates the night
Disfigured creatures roam the streets Distorted homunculi made of wax Obsessed with carnal desire Blind to the purpose divine
Ancient whores of Babylon Black bile dripping from their breasts Distorted faces, broken teeth Skin as tough as leather
But there are those who seek For answers from the power above And there are those who seek Salvation from their fate
Feel the sacramental presence In a blood-red eucharist Violent passionate creation Sinners baptized under the knife
The blade will banish the demons' souls Down the gutter, down to hell Send their spirit to the place Destined to receive them
I channel the power divine I shall avenge and destroy I shall banish the devil's whores I am the messiah of Sodom and GomorrahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
