Apocalypse (The Great Mass 2011)

Текст песни Septicflesh - Apocalypse (The Great Mass 2011)

[Verse 1]
Bring us the end
Harvest the crops of Men
Horrid winds are blowing today
Hear them!
Its is the wrath of Cain

[Pre-Chorus]
Bringer of plagues and disease
Doom leads your hand
Writing the Apocalypse

[Chorus]
A God that wants to die
A tragic kind of killer
Lunatic, fanatic
Your self's greatest deceiver
A God that wants to die
A tragic kind of killer
Lunatic, fanatic
Your self's greatest deceiver

[Verse 2]
Sulphur rain
You'll know the secrets of Hell
Your leaders revealed
Shadows cover the naked kings
[Pre-Chorus]
Bringer of plagues and disease
Doom leads your hand
Writing the Apocalypse

[Chorus]
A God that wants to die
A tragic kind of killer
Lunatic, fanatic
Your self's greatest deceiver
A God that wants to die
A tragic kind of killer
Lunatic, fanatic
Your self's greatest deceiver

[Bridge]
God wants to die

[Verse 3]
You can turn Paradise into a wasteland
It is your greatest design

[Verse 4]
As tyrant, you demand
Nature's powers to obey
From suicidal wrath
No one will escape