اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
When I was flesh
I dreamt of death
The sweetest end
Pale and lifeless
But then I rose
With eyes devil red
Swine of tomorrow
Malignant will
May we feast from empty sockets
Come hyenas, come vultures!
Let it rain
Let it rain
Wash away
Wash away
A howl for blood
In atrocious form
Language so old
So sick and vile
And it must be said
And it must be done
A spirit awakened
Here we are flesh
Remember!
Grip of fangs
Rip of beaks
Honour the call
Cover the bones
In the bowels of despicable man
All nightmares have now come true
