Bog of the Infidel piosenki

Bones scrape 'gainst bone Swletering coma-tide mummifies the Holy Land Paradise miles buried under sand Are the Old Gods only sleeping or have they forgotten, Are we but the dreams of a drunken ghost's fleeing sanity Are we to call them to us and all be devour...

When the last of man's machines have failed And the orphaned children of the bomb do wail With the pain from oozing open sores And the God given knowledge that this land once was pure Have you seen the moon lately? Does she not look sick? Has the cancer got he...

When you have given the Devil as much blood as I have He acquires a taste Like a drunkard seeking one last drink, He shalt bleed me dry When the skin won't hold, let loose the fade Rivers to please Rofocale Each breath ends in a sigh Fascinated by my own refle...

Death, you look sickly today What has got you down, my old friend? You hang your head so low As you sit at the foot of my bed "Where once towered forest vast, now towers steel and glass." And these shuffling people with open sores Death, you can no longer prov...

The purple, swollen faced infant Suckling at the teat of calamity Nurture the misbegotten, sustenance of the malformed No crucifix adorn these walls No laughter resounds within these walls Where wounds are planted, blood will follow Harvest the eradication of...

Coughs the wrack the heart upon the ribcage Holding onto a life that forsake you Years before Longing for one last second Seemingly unconnected fragments Cut the feet of whom Upon this floor tread And about to give way Under the pressure Deny your well-meant c...

Each icicle a tear drop, each broken bough a grin Each felled tree his laughter Let the cycle again begin In summer cometh slumber, spring is a yawn to awaken dawn Fall weaves her dull dreary yearning Winter forth brings mourning's storm Aloud and with purpose...