He who flew the sky was sick In a woman's womb he spilled virulent seed Many years later came those who set fires in the horizon Bleed from open wounds that never healed Four plague stricken ride on four horses of famine
The seven angels of apocalypse blew its trumpets And so eyes of the faithful bleed The last cometh descend the skyline of flames Followed by its dragon tail I saw the epidemic from afar The preaching of the end of time
Death came with the storm and their victims' enemy they never see It tore a wound in Christ's beloved face
Never receipt God In perverstic and dreadful sin Never deny the tempter as the savior Wrath of God makes my skin
Death came with the storm!
The seven angels of apocalypse blew its trumpets And so eyes of the faithful bleed The last cometh descend the skyline of flames Followed by its dragon tail I saw the epidemic from afar The preaching of the end of timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
