The eyes of the sun cast their final judgement The importance of man is but a tear in the ocean of time In the black hour we were spawned Tired spirits in the shape of man
This reign of pleasure This Babylon, thrown to the gods Under the sign
The fearful dark soul of man Run to the whores to start again
In the final days, your kingdom will burn to ashes And all is nothing, and nothing is all you created What you destroy, your days are numbered It shall come
Bone white fingers grip your cross of shame The heathens gather for the blood We're running to the whores for love Deliver us from our pain...
Eleven million were burned for your white messiah You took the name god and twisted it for your own needs Bone white fingers grip your cross of shame...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
