Necropolis 歌词

Dark side of white face sour Tetanus branded in my mind Have taste of your disease I'm granted power over thee and thine Execute the one who'd be king The plague bearer shall bear his throne I'm sickened by society Ashamed to call this planet home Living in the witches season Close your eyes bow your head Smell the air and feel the breeze The cleansing of humanity is the chore The instrument of destruction is the irony of holy war Witness the end of our world Necropolis