Testo di Blades

Your final Moon sets this night you shall die Your pathetic merciful God, where is he now? He didn't listen to your cry We will come to you like thieves in the night To extinct, to erase you Filled with pure darkened wrath Filled with passion for murder Sons and daughters of Christ On the night of all nights: Die Feel the kiss of the scythe In your horrorfilled eyes it gleams bright You will fall to your knees Call to God for salvation Raped by blades straight from Hell Behold Satan's creation As you drown in the dark Feel the pain, feel the torture You got quenched by the scythe By the powers of death's might We will come to you like thieves in the night To extinct, to erase you Armed with blades straight from Hell Filled with passion for murder Sons and daughters of Christ On the night of all nights: Die You got quenched by the scythe By the powers of death's might Your final hour sets, now you know you will die Face our powerful bloodstained blades Meet your maker? No! We will send you straight to Hell