Paroles de Only The Martyrs

Beneath a boiling sky Tears stream from upturned eyes The day for which I prayed All doubt is swept away Wrath of the almighty Through red clouds judgment pours Angels draw gleaming swords As they descend [chorus:] No more forgiveness No more reprieves Only the martyrs Will be received through heaven's gates Plagues, wars, and disasters Preludes to the horrors The screams from the abyss Echo our own Now nothing lies concealed Every vicious act revealed The fallen condemned to writhe in the flames