Deep down in the black slime of this earth The dead sink to Hell
Perfectly obscured From the sullen hundred's stare And upheld by strings of gold Hang the sacred stars in the sky
While Jehovah lifts his sinister eye from our world His laws do no longer compell A swift wind of doom disturb the endless sleep Of this indolent and effete
Deep down in the black slime of this earth The dead sink to Hell Obscured from the hundred's stare Hang the sacred stars in the sky
Deep down in the black slime of this earth Restless limbs are at work Deep down beneath the dark tar of this land Decrepit lungs crave air
If you could see through the strata of dirt That cover these infertile fields You would meet a thousand empty eyes Endlessly seeking the invisible stars
One spectre of fire brought swiftly away Upon a gust over the fields To imbue within the forbidden life The dead shall ride...
Years tore upon tarpid flesh Those years have (now) come to an end Disturbed to awake from their permanent sleep The deade shall ride... Over the earth
The spectres of fire are brought swiftly away Upon a gust over the fields To enlighten and lead the forbidden progress Of the dead that ride... Over the earthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
