Onslaught Command şarkı sözleri

Goatshaped masks, hamstringing lash Noisome divine serfdom Vehemence with no submission Moribund world Cancerous growth, no anaesthesia Nonentity, hate and conversion Hail woe! All holiness now scuttle, impurity Cloven hoofs in sacred ground Genuine inner pain, immortality Through the abysmal fog, Infernal Majesty! Face the soil, who twists the knife? Cloven hoofs, goatshaphed masks A curse that sounds so merciless Drape yourself in status torment Genuine fear, horncrowned rats Destruction! The final command