كلمات Bad Omen

The burning holy symbols By the devil´s breath The stolen sons By the touch of death The penalties of heaven And the jokes of hell Dark prophecies warned human being To wait for the time of the chosen one Who would bring the cure to all the human´s ills Destroying everything and from the ashes reborn The empire of his father, an empire of blood Built with skulls and supported by blood The mark is on you now Don´t deny your fate The number in your front Is the path that wait The son of all that´s wrong The father of god´s mistake The dark cheap is ready for the sacrifice Belial laughing sucking sources of life For both sides, feeding on their souls The support, the wine, the everything And the blood is just the beginning That will end with the souls The roads to hell The souls to sell The bullshits of the Tales they tell The games you play The lies they say The earth is the Burning hell