Noctiferum - Serenade of the Impure Тексты

From this Incestuous Era
The tree of Death spread his roots
Boiling water all over this place
Separating the flesh from its bearer

I will not bow before your King
All my strength for the malicious One
Man will fall in honour to their false deeds
Turning to Ashes

Praised should be the one who destroys the Sephira
Who introduces the reign of the impure
Trembling earth, collapsing under His storm

Into disharmony, great gospel of terror
With open eyes into the ruin
I will not bow before your King
All my strength for the malicious One