Ahnenkult 歌词

Senseless devotion is for the weak, clinging to the splendour of Christ Hoping for illusions to prevail Bowing to the cross while their brothers fall Golden rules and alien laws crafted for betrayal These words act as a cloak for the foulness of your creed I'd rather go to hell with my noble ancestors than to reside in heaven with the likes of you! You claim to preach the word of God The teachings of prophets alike In reality your soul is stained; like the black heart in your chest Deaf to the call of blood; the voices of your fathers Nothing but a meek-eyed thrall clinging to the gospel of decay I'd rather go to hell with my noble ancestors than to reside in heaven with the likes of you! Empires are not conquered by martyrs and empty words But by storms of steel and flame; As decided in the iron game Don't seek salvation for your soul in foreign lords or hoards of gold Heed the grim primordial law Thou born of steel, not of straw!