Текст песни Death

I will take Your final breath And I will be Your last regret Cold blood Runs In my blackened heart Tearing Every soul apart Messenger of death Wields the scythe Of man's damnation Messenger of death Hold his blade For termination Sin Is what I feast upon I'm forging My crematorium Your tomb Is waiting here for you Welcome to my ritual Messenger of death Wirlds the scythe Of man's damnation Messenger of death Holds his blade For termination Death rides out From the storm We turn to God And cry Ignored We turn to face This vengeance From the sky Death rides out From the storm No time left To repent No quarter No escape No line Of self defence Death rides out From the storm In terror We confess Our voice Is heard no more His deed Is merciless Death rides out From the sotrm Deface humanity There's no escape From this Human calamity Death rides out From the storm We turn to God And cry Ignored We turn to face This vengeance From the sky Messenger of death Wields the scythe Of man's damnation Messenger of death Holds his blade For termination