Brothers and Sisters.
The Lord's taking his own sweet time.
Without rhyme
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news
You carry the
Come forth for the cattle call
Confront the evil river you
Secure and hold fast
Before you lose control
It's hell of high
What the fuck do you want from me?
It's so damn
Is there a promised land
Or am I on the journey
Only the Gods know
They're looking right through you
Straight into the
This abomination
Wont see the end of days
Sit, throne of lies,
Pleading your case while taking the eternal high ground
Havoc on
Reaping the wind through this mortal shell
In the wake of
Bloodthirsty - horn on the wind
Hellhen - outside looking in
Voices
