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Nights of Malice - Throne of Shame şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Nights of Malice

albüm: Sonnets of Ruin


Pestilence, we've spread the man made plague
Venomous thoughts of the sick and depraved
Forever haunted by the cries of the dead
They tried to warn us, there was nothing to save
Reckoning, the day of judgement has come
There's nothing left of the cities but dust
Ghosts of the frontline who've perished in vein
Satisfying the empire's bloodlust
Flames of purification in the name of freedom
Bludgeoning to the sound of the war drum
Citizens bow to their sadistic and myopic leaders
Feeding them filth and lies they can bleed for
Pray for resolution that we'll never see 'cause in their eyes
We are nothing and we all deserve to fucking die
False prophets speak for the Father
Wearing death like a Medal of Honor
Digging graves for your sons and your daughters
The blind will lead the blind to the slaughter
All shall soon witness the long awaited end of times
As they force our nations down tightropes to their demise
Our Father, in heaven, hallowed be thy name
Your kingdom's burning as you rest upon your throne of shame
Reckoning, the day of judgement has come
There's nothing left of the cities but dust
Ghosts of the frontline who've perished in vein
Satisfying the empire's bloodlust
Pestilence, we've spread the man made plague
Venomous thoughts of the sick and depraved
Forever haunted by the cries of the dead
They tried to warn us, there was nothing to save
Death, the ravenous merchant, hath no hope or care
Grinning as the apocalypse draws near
When this bleeding world breathes it's final breath
You'll see, even Death, himself will shed a tear
False prophets speak for the Father
Wearing death like a Medal of Honor
Digging graves for your sons and your daughters
The blind will lead the blind to the slaughter
All shall soon witness the long awaited end of times
As they force our nations down tightropes to their demise
Our Father, in heaven, hallowed be thy name
Your kingdom's burning as you rest upon your throne of shame
Flames of purification in the name of freedom, bludgeoning to the sound of the war drum
Citizens bow to their sadistic and myopic leaders
Feeding them filth and lies they can bleed for
Pray for resolution that we'll never see 'cause in their eyes
We are nothing and we all deserve to fucking die
Death, the ravenous merchant, hath no hope or care
Grinning as the apocalypse draws near
When this bleeding world breathes it's final breath
You'll see, even Death, himself will shed a tear

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