Testo di The Crowning Carnage

Woe betide thee... Woe betide man Premonitions of decline Seeking whom to devour We must be without pity We must be without end ...there's a place reserved for all... We all know the way you're taking We will lead the way and strike up the march of the future Woe betide thee, woe betide the horrendous Woe betide thee, woe betide man The Crowning Carnage - Besmeared with blood and dust The Crowning Carnage - Work abhorred, infernal revel The Crowning Carnage - Besmeared with blood and dust The Crowning Carnage - Work abhorred, the glorious hunt No withhold of wrath This malicious chill We must be without mercy Must be without space of time ...reveal the secrets of Death... And thrust you full with thorns The Crowning Carnage - Besmeared with blood and dust The Crowning Carnage - Work abhorred, infernal revel The Crowning Carnage - Besmeared with blood and dust The Crowning Carnage - Work abhorred, the glorious hunt Despise pain...loathing life...plunge into deep despair To finish life We will lead the way and strike up the march of the future Woe betide thee, woe betide the horrendous Woe betide thee, woe betide man