Текст песни Apostle

Followed a great father And he took me to the sea We waited there for our countrymen And once we rode away Consumed in orange Sun Our return was told, desolate Our fists are rising We grovel from our knees Our king forsaken, pestilence The river surges Preparing for the feed Blood and pain rife, malevolence From earth breeds fire Brimstone covers plains And from the ash, beezlebub Journey completed Our deeds have been done What lies next, punishment