Fountains of blood to reach heavens (Anaclasis, a gospel of malice and hatred 2005)

Текст песни Hate - Fountains of blood to reach heavens (Anaclasis, a gospel of malice and hatred 2005)

Fountains Of Blood To Reach Heavens LyricsThe heavens break to cover us with shattered sky
Grasping ground with crooked claws, hateful serpentine
I'm winter see my heart split into a million shards
There is no freedom where I'm bound to the sound of your demise

Spites of fire march in rows
Bloody warriors, mother fury still it grows!
And I die in depths of heartlessness
Thor! His hammer hit the ground
Destruction prey and fire dine!
Bloody warriors churn the clouds
Thunder thy unearthly cry
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh
In blackest misery the lifeless lie in squander
Insane you sleep falling deeper into farthest fear
Now your disease has worked its way through your fucking veins
Infernal suffering to the Nazarene
Thy rotten soul in darkness dwell in the mouth of hell
The worms are feeding on your lies within, you're drown in sin
Born from the blind, feeble mind of the greatest whore!

Open shrines the children of the Nile!
When fountains of thy blood reach heavens
When you're gone, mystic rites we'll carry on
To explore into the shadows of thy scorn
Tranquilized, smite your foes that they may die!
In the sun you'll see the shape of things to come
When you're gone, mystic rites we'll carry on
To explore into the shadows of thy scorn

Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh
In blackest misery the lifeless lie in squander
Insane you sleep falling deeper into farthest fear
Now your disease has worked its way through your fucking veins
Infernal suffering to the Nazarene
Thy rotten soul in darkness dwell in the mouth of hell
The worms are feeding on your lies within, you're drown in sin
Born from the blind, feeble mind of the greatest whore!
Open shrines the children of the Nile
When fountains of thy blood reach heavens
When you're gone, mystic rites we'll carry on
To explore into the shadows of thy scorn
Tranquilized, smite your foes that they may die!
In the sun you'll see the shape of things to come
When you're gone, mystic rites we'll carry on
When fountains of thy blood reach heavens

[solo: Adam the First Sinner]