歌词
Death lord, you vow destruction onto the ones despaired
Now their abode is reeking, their women ensnared
You bring severe misfortune, famine and drought
They're on their knees in prayer, human cattle crying out
Loss, ruin
Half of the rags, double the cold
Loss, ruin
Coming of jackals, reaping the spoils
They turn the holy dagger towards themselves
Let it twist in holy ways, ah
The means of dehydration upon a sea of flesh
Now mortals, your father has condemned you to unrest
Suffer
In distress
War prize (prize)
They were left to rot
Environcide
They were blind and we were not
Loss, ruin
Half of the rags, double the cold
You bring severe misfortune, famine and drought
They're on their knees in prayer, human cattle crying out
They turn the holy dagger towards themselves
Let it twist in holy ways
They turn the holy dagger towards themselves
Let it twist in holy ways