When your struggle ends and you witness the true face of a god, You'll drown in the air that you breathe This ground will open up and swallow you like an ocean Pulling you further beneath
Heed not the warnings of fearful men With faith you shall be whole again All will pass over the doors of death In his power which gives us strength Baptized in that of his grace We wait for those who prove that they are worthy
Tears of Europe flood the cities as they die. The age of the ebon has begun. I am the left hand and viceroy of a god. Vyakzkaa, thy kingdom come.
I stand above Goliath and the armies of man. I come with fire to watch them burn.
Bring me the flesh of your first born mistake. Lay their filth upon my feet. Grant me your children your body and mind your eyes will eat what I feed. Where will you go when there's nowhere to hide? Blessed be those who obey. Flay yourself to feed the armada your meat is your debt to be paid.
The end of days has arrived, heed the sirens of agony. A symphony of singing goats praises hail to the black king.
A garden of flesh masking the lands lilac and bones sprout earth. Gaze the fields of those who resisted bodies trampled in dirt. Hail him. Embrace him. Rejoice him. He is all that you have.
Tears of Europe flood the cities as they die. The age of the ebon has begun. I am the left hand and viceroy of a god. Vyakzkaa, thy kingdom come.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
