Songtext von Tyrant

Crush horizon, choke the lifeblood Cold blackened heritage of death The age of the forceful fist And an evil deaths desire Tritons son by blood Caesar of the pale moon carrion Blessed be the ruler The slayer of the brazen morning Whores flock below Under these bonchard killing hands Faces smeared in semen Bodies cold lay broken Generations burnt full of marks The sores of the masters iron Crawling slow like poison through veins Dying dark, molested cursed Through the black ash he sees clearly Over the rolling hills of murder The stench of Satan's minions rots the flesh Soil diseased Plague ridden shallow graves Empire built on petrified bones Dark destroyers upon charcoal thrones Spirit Jesus torn from the soul Violence spawned from the cruelest tyrant