In the sign of the sacrament On the banner of thorns On the seventh of days in the Bible, we are born
Break the heart of a reverend On a sabbath at dawn On the final of days, not a God came to forewarn
Venomous, feverous, force us to run We are credulous, ominous, thy kingdom come One, one, one with the pyres at dawn
We are the heretic hunters tonight We are the heretic hunters for life By the hand of our belief And the harvest of the night Hand up for heretic life
We are sons of the wilderness By the sound of the horn Running faster than light and we hunt 'em 'til the dawn
We are done with the heaven-sent No messiah we mourn In the sermon at night, full of hatred and of scorn
Venomous, feverous, force us to shout We are tenebrous, poisonous, hellbent and loud Uncrowned, hold up the sacrilege proud
We are the heretic hunters tonight We are the heretic hunters for life By the hand of our belief And the harvest of the night Hand up for heretic life
We are the heretic hunters all wild We are the heretic hunters for life Never forced down to our knees We're the hardest in the fight Fist up for heretic lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
