Songtext von Marks Of Apocalypse

Smell of death in the air Land becomes ash and gives birth to ill demons Awful people drink chill blood They do not see that they eat each other He has blasted tree of life Hanging his child on it Why they promised me, he will save my life He' s never existed Myths about him poisoned our land It' s time to slaughter the sheeps Nothing lasts eternally We will not forget weight of Rotten crucifix Smell of death in the air Land becomes ash and gives birth to ill demons Awful people drink chill blood They do not see that they eat each other