Hortor - The Triumphant Voice Of The Jesus Hordes Тексты

The sound is triumphant
Of millions of voices
From the northern mountains
To the forests of the south
Voices that make the earth tremble
To the depths of the abyss
Voices that demolish the walls
And filled with pain to the same hell
It is time to pay the punishment
So many centuries of sin and death
Tyrant god, unholy lord
Daylight burn his eyes
In the depths of the abyss
In the mouth of hell
There forever pay the punishment
Those who did not believe in God