The Day of the Beast - Harvest Of The Heretics Songtexte

The pounding of the ore
Deceit from your every pore
In the absence of your own regret
I'll seal your coffin, degenerate!
Resisting the iron claw
Defying insidious law
Try breaching the palace's wall
You'll be face down with a scythe in your skull.

As the blood runs down my blade

Infernal monarchs forsee
The underworld's waiting for thee
The judges will see through your lies
The howls of the tortured will drown out your cries
The sum of all fears hold no wait to the covetous beast. lust, anger, sloth avarice
Sodom, lets feast!

I am the demon who walks behind you
On a dark abandoned lane
Feeding off your putrid mind
Tapping in to your most fraudulent vein
Burrowing in, flushing it out
The only think left is the spawn of doubt

Swine of fate, pawns of hate, they know its too late
Harvest them!

Marked by a poison stain
Liquesce your sterile brain
Permeating dark disdain
I live to bring you pain
Narrowing thresholds serve as our guide
Towering monolith stands as souls are supplied

Infernal monarchs forsee
The underworld's waiting for thee
The judges will see through your lies
The howls of the tortured will drown out your cries
Your body will shudder and twitch
I laugh at you son of a bitch
The blood runs off my blade
Foolish mortal, you should have obeyed