Apocalypse Songtext
von Septicflesh

Bring us the end.
Harvest the crops of Men.
Horrid winds are blowing today. Hear them!
Its is the wrath of Cain.
Bringer of plagues and disease
Doom leads your hand
Writing the Apocalypse

A Gods that wants to die
A tragic kind of killer
Lunatic, fanatic
Your self′s greatest deceiver.


Sulphur rain.
You'll know the secrets of Hell.
Your leaders... revealed.
Shadows cover the naked kings.
Bringer of plagues and disease.
Doom leads your hand
Writing the Apocalypse

A Gods that wants to die
A tragic kind of killer
Lunatic, fanatic
Your self′s greatest deceiver.

GOD WANTS TO DIE!

You can turn Paradise into a wasteland.
It is your greatest design.
As tyrant, you demand nature's powers to obey.
From suicidal wrath no one will escape...