Текст песни Grim Reapers Rapture

Deathsound sounds life distant thunder from inside the tomb disharmonic are the dying voices in the moon At the time of harvest he will tear the life apart bloodsoaked is the rusty scythe the reaper builds his art Red wrath is unfold dead soul numb with cold and a call from hell haunts my mind with spell now is speaks through me for his rapture let us bleed Kill your father, Kill your brother Kill your neighbour, Kill each other Kill the whole humanity, Kill yourself but first kill me