And I will pluch out your heart like a rotting fruit, Retching forth the meat into the mouths of the sick And I will heave your children into the purity of fire, Ending hope with a blade through the cunt of GOD Dead and doomed, thy soul is broken and doomed, No call, no cry, no roaring scream for true salvation Your lethargy condemns thee, I curse and abuse thee, I have no hands to lay upon thee, no truthful gift Beside the relief of poison through thy veins
So I will make thy soil waste Choked with the bloody waters of a thousand throats And I will tear from your crown Fistfuls of brilliant light To wear as my own
Resplendent, I am shining bright A vile glow to eclipse your own! Forever above all It comes, it comes for you! Rays of death to burn your flesh, And drag you to see
I will drink my death from the cup of new found life
Come to me with eyes of need, Tongue cracked, broken, sore And I will turn water to sand, To feed the mouths of my own Come to me with lungs of fire, Fierce with scorn, fierce and loud! Roar with me before the pyre, Speared with thorns, high and proud!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
