Apocalypse 歌词

Bring us the end, harvest the crops of men Horrid winds are blowing today, hear them! It is the wrath of cain Bringer of plagues and disease Doom leads your hand writing the apocalypse A god that wants to die A tragic kind of killer Lunatic, fanatic Your self's greatest deceiver Sulphur rain, you'll know the secrets of hell Your leaders... revealed Shadows cover the naked kings Bringer of plagues and disease Doom leads your hand writing the apocalypse A god that wants to die A tragic kind of killer Lunatic, fanatic Your self's greatest deceiver God wants to die! You can turn paradise into a wasteland, it's your greatest design As tyrant you demand nature's powers to obey From suicidal wrath no one will escape