كلمات Holocaust

Tons of corpses forming a mountain of death rivers of holy blood flowing between excrement the stench of death is rising over trees and black clouds I hear laments of christians and angels praying for a god that doesn�t exist sometimes I think that humans are so feeble living into a false ilusion, within a fairy tale I walk betwwen winds of holocaust as a wolf behind lambs of god like a storming winter behind a dying sun The new era is coming and i am here Winds of holocaust destruction of weakness and the era of glory Winds of holocaust killing false prophets, the era of glory and wisdom are here Over trees rise the new sun, a new era of glory it�s rising and I am prud of my existence I am a white wolf hunting the sons of god