Hiss From The Moat - Misanthropy Тексты

We are the gates of misanthropy
The land of trembling ghost
With no honour, no face
Tormented from hating the race

The land of hate governed
From who brings pain and despair
In the land of the living
Traitors

Half woman half rot
Daughter of
The premonition of evil
Will bring all the infant

Where the throne will be pain
The canteen will be famine
And their table of rest
Will be exhaustion and illness
Shewhohates

And if they betray
Hang them on crosses and let the birds eat
Them to death

And if they betray
Hang then on crosses and let the sun have
Them for hell

I am the lord of the flies
I am the prince of the demons
I am the king of the damned
I'm misanthropy

Governed from who brings
Pain and despair
And will bring all the infant

Where the throne will be pain
The canteen will be famine
Shewhohates
Shewhohates