The harlot walks upon the green meadows, the lamb of god by her side with a moral, and self-rightious law, should crucify in satan's synagogue, standing above this mighty ruin, where satan's first victory won, with flames of fire, beneath a fatal tree, he stretches his druid pillars flare...
In autumn came his deathlygroan, from within and the pomp of war, rioted in human gore, with sweet defeat, death and woe...
He withered up sweet zion's hill, from every nation of the earth, he withered up jerusalem's gates and in a dark land gave his birth, on the euphrates satan stood, and over asia stretched his pride, then what came was his mortal worm, but so translucent from within!
The human form, a mortal worm, sacrifice, for my sin
Feed the harlot, please beat the bitch, writhe in howling, for my sin...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
