The sands, which have worn away the esteem of mercy Grain by grain, like the knife pressed against flesh Who unmask the hideous face of amity
Stand fast to the day of hanging Of sickly peace and all her swains Gilt with a handsome noose Let the throat of man be nobly adorned
The hour demands a plague upon your miserable existence A pax upon ye whoresons of Gaia A blade in her cunt engenders the belated abortion of man All mercy devoured in hatred's maw All mercy devoured! Weak pity consumed!
The hour demands pure devastation a ceremony of kings A fist in the septic eye of creation To speak of mercy would blight and infect this cloven tongue To utter pity would blacken the very mouth Hymnist of so many words of exalted torture Hymnist of mockery in the ear of laggard mankind
By the sands which have pity drowned Each grain a thrall in the kingdom of murder
Onto the ravening pyre cast Not even your blood will quench the hungry flamesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
