The Judge کے بول

The wrath of God lies sleeping How these things end in confusion (and curses and blood) To carry war of a mad man's making Ex inferis Forced, usurped, stricken from the throne Ghosts in the desert riding forth In sand up to our eyelids (eyelids) Barren wastes of silence (silence) And the gutters fill with blood Crawling through the mud with yellow insipid eyes Crawling in the fucking viscera, bleeding skies Forced, usurped, stricken from the throne Ghosts in the desert riding forth And bleeding in the rain we call your name Our saviour, ex inferis