A Cruel Verse 歌词

For a spirit, evil, this way comes Lament and howl, for this spirit from the north As a lion coming up from its lair It will destroy you He will throw you down, your blood splatters You'll be trampled underfoot, your body mangled You'll become as refuse on the ground When they go to bury you, nothing will be found For dogs will tear and eat your rotting flesh Your bones will be crushed and turned to dust But this is just a taste of your fate In this, you can trust Your mothers and your daughters will be ravished Your pregnant wife, ripped open, torn apart Your infant children will be crushed before your eyes Wild beasts will steal your sons, they will devour He will make your laughter turn to sorrow He will turn your joy to agony All that you have gained will burn in fire He is on his way Open your ears, listen well When you're destroyed, you will feel hell It will be better for Gomorrah Than for you on that day He'll smear the offal from your feasts on your face Your sacred places will be filled with human waste Your desolation, so cruel and complete The flesh of your children you'll hoard and eat Open your ears, listen well When you're destroyed, will feel hell Rise then, bathe in blood of the way Then you'll be spared this fate