my hate descend Lord of light I will swarm against you now Gods perverse Wickeds at my side Misery Thorns to lance your every word Nazarene Now I crown you king in pain Suffer
hate descend Lord of light I will swarm against you now Gods perverse Wickeds at my side Misery Thorns to lance your every word Nazarene Now I crown you king in pain Suffer
grief That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes Inwove with death's head wing I thank God for the suffering And I thank God for the suffering as still
descend Lord of light I will swarm against you now Gods perverse Wickeds at my side Misery Thorns to lance your every word Nazarene Now I crown you king in pain Suffer
Lord of light I will swarm against you now Gods perverse Wickeds at my side Misery Thorns to lance your every word Nazarene Now I crown you king in pain Suffer
Fordítás: Morbid Angel. Day Of Suffering.
Fordítás: Behemót. Day Of Suffering.
won From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun In drapes inwove with deathshead wing I thank God for the suffering And I thank God for the suffering As
While all our people crying And they stop at Nothing!...nothing!...nothing! In this house of suffering Don,t want but just one thing Got to have my origin In this house of Suffering
of light I will swarm against you now Gods perverse Wicked's at my side Misery Thorns to lance your every word Nazarene Now I crown you king in pain Suffer
Sifting through the refuse, the shell of what was once a human life. mutilated, torn from the womb, mankind's final solution. innocent, yet callously
Horizon of chaos, the mechanization of our lives. industrial apocalypse, blood pours from gai's wounds. is there a light? i can't see it. there must
