Hour Of Penance - Fall of the Servants lyrics

Treacherous, smouldering Storm of sand, burn the cross Severing, all the heads Fall of the servants Treading on the ones who're in awe Of the serpent Beg for mercy fools! Raping – k**ing – Serve the masters Swarming with chaos from the north Deafening – Threatening Marching in line against the feeble souls Shining in a gloomy dusk Breaching the walls of the church Desecrate – Dominate Here comes the black son of the demon god Sweeping the sacred land There is no heaven Nor a savior god You shall die Never seen such a weak, pitiful human being How you dare call yourself God Nailed upon the wall with a piece of the cross Blessing the new altar with a who*e Unholy birth, behold The last fall of the servants Treading on the ones who're in awe Of the serpent Beg for mercy fools! Face the plague on the sacred land Breeding the new race Taste the flesh of the prophet Shaped under a vengeful eye Swarming with chaos from the north Deafening – Threatening Marching in line against the feeble souls Shining in a gloomy dusk Breaching the walls of the church Desecrate – Dominate Here comes the black son of the demon god Sweeping the sacred land There is no heaven Nor a savior god You shall die