Come to domes of remorse Summoned be the first of my four beasts Rip bare the omens of cross Inhale the words, trueborn disease
Beheld, white horse of savior. Above every god Dark prince
Diverse from all humanflesh fooled Spread wings like horns, angelchrist Eyes for lies in mouths of truth From horns shall ten kings rise
Come to domes of remorse Summoned be the second of my four beasts Rip bare the omens of cross Inhale the words, trueborn disease
Hear rapture of lies, lies of god
Breed the lies!
Adulation of trickery, desecration of prophecy Come to domes of remorse Summoned be the third of my four beasts Rip bare the omens of cross Inhale the words, trueborn disease
Before him stands two candles lit served in faith, banquet of plague Seasons imitate march of the sick, black as hate in vows to wake
Come to domes of remorse Summoned be the last of my four beasts Rip bare the omens of cross Inhale the words, trueborn disease
To slay with sword To slay with hunger To slay with death And with beasts of the earthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
