To Murder A God کے بول

Poisonous tongues slither in the dark Speaking in codes delivered by the wind Whispers among your people lit the spark Revenge to be taken, your God is blind! To those near, who nothingness fear Awaiting in the dark attack his heart! The fire touches his wounded hand Burning what's left, a dying land You thought your God could never fail Sadly know nothing of what is frail To murder a God, to murder a God Attack his heart To those near, who nothingness fear Awaiting in the dark attack his heart! Poisonous tongues slither in the dark Spoke in codes delivered by the wind Whispers among your people lit the spark Revenge has been taken, your God is dead! To those near, who nothingness feared Awaiting in the dark attacked his heart!