Текст, перевод и аккорды “Blades”
- Your final moon sets On this night you shall die! Your pathetic merciful god, where is he now? He didn't listen to your cry… We will come to you like thieves in the night To extinct, to erase you Filled with pure darkened wrath Filled with passion to murder Sons and daughters of christ On the night of all nights die! Feel the kiss of the scythe In your horror-filled eyes it gleams bright You will fall to your knees Call to god for salvation Raped by blades straight from Hell Behold Satans creation! As you drown in the dark Feel the pain, feel the torture You got quenched by the scythe By the powers of Death's might We will come to you like thieves in the night To extinct, to erase you Raped by blades straight from Hell Filled with passion to murder Sons and daughters of christ Of the night of all nights die! You got quenched by the scythe By the powers of Death's might Your final moon sets, now you know you will die Face our powerful bloodstained blades Meet your maker? No! We will send you straight to Hell
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