Текст Bloodbath – Famine Of God’s Word

A plague shall fall on the weak
As he arises from it’s pit
To relieve this world from the filth

Once made by a god, now laid to rest

Finally the time has arrived
To bestow great death upon sheep
The vile stench from the underground
Shall be on your final breath

Oh what a tragic sight
To see all your faith come crashing down

Beheaded
Your prophet will lie before his feet
In torment, your soul will be forevermore

Oh the panic in your eyes
As lightning strikes before you
Forced down to kneel before him

Oh the famine
Of god’s word
Will drain you in vain

You’ll gasp for mercy

Oh what a tragic sight
To see all your faith come crashing down

Beheaded
Your prophet will lie before his feet
In fire, you’ll surrender all to me

Now gaze
Upon the elite
As we stand before you

Paralyzed by god’s deceit
Exposed to the heat

Defiled and led into the flame
To burn side by side to your brother befouled
Infernal incineration

You choke on the stench as you start to commence
No virgins await in the pit where you’ll dwell

Forever!
Forever!