The damned fell back into hell
Cold of winter everburning
Wheel of fate that's ever turning
Round and round spinning into oblivion
Armies of the dead, spreading across
Barbarian hordes thirsty for blood,
Fields of corpses everlasting,
To feed the lust of the new born god,
A world must die...
No final prayers for the dead,
No carved stones to remember their names,
No candles burning their poison up into heaven...
I pitty the slaves of divine perversion...
A river of blood
To appease a god,
Hidden in mortal flesh,
From the loneliness of eternity,
Plague amongst men,
Feeding with life and death
Mostly with pain...
A child burning his toys...