Azarath - Let My Blood Become His Flesh

Текст песни

White pale horses swept the land of degradation
Ghouls of war and decimation spilled the blood
Gallows embrace the prophets of the fallen kingdom
Rotten heavens weep for genocide
Genocide! Genocide! Genocide!
Genocide! Genocide! Genocide!
Vultures float above the rotting sea of carrion
Black robed phantoms pray to the gods below
Dark horizon storms with pyroclastic clouds
Somber chimneys breathe with furnace fyre
Wind blows and rips the shroud apart
Into the darkness I fall
In sin I leave the world behind
Blinded by grace that will set me free
I’m a dreamer
Let my spirit wander to the spheres of the damned triangle
I’m a blasphemer
Praying for salvation
I’m a dreamer
God’s forsaken me
Razor fucked my veins
Let the blood run free
Sacrifical candies burn
Raise the devil’s host
Blessed with seven sins, let my blood become his flesh!
The new path to the labyrinths of hell
Leads me through the fell woods of time
Where I meander in the abyss of the space unborn
The night is dark and cold
Stench of freezing blood
Ritual is done
Raise the devil’s host
Blessed with deadly sins
For my blood became his flesh
Amen