Текст песни Last Hours Of Torment - Lies Of Serpentine

The hymns of dying men are sung in symphony,
Who are they to us now?
In fields scorched by bitter flames you held high your cross
Into streams of time I stare
In the past your future ends
The time for retribution is at hand
They now scream for your downfall

You ride down this pernicious road
Spreading your hostility
Out of your hovel you crawl
So benighted, atrocities denied
Into streams of time I stare
In the past your future ends
The time for retribution is at hand
They now scream for your downfall

Riding upon their steeds with their banners held high
Thrusting their spears and swords into so-called heretics and idolaters
Relishing the spilling of innocent blood, lusting over the carcasses
of those who Refused to bow to your inhuman gods
Slaughtering with impunity your inborn brotherhood has paved
the way for the so-called just war

The dead scream out from graves beyond, they taste revenge in the air
The holy land now in flames, from moonlit dunes cries of war ring out
The Star of David drenched in blood of both martyrs and innocents

You ride down this pernicious road
Spreading your hostility
Out of your hovel you crawl
So benighted, atrocities denied
Into streams of time I stare
In the past your future ends
The time for retribution is at hand
They now scream for your downfall

Religion in every age has summoned up the demons within
States ruled by gods often fall to plunder
To the gods of every nation, do your angels watch with lust and
desire or do they weep for our murderous hand?

These scars and these wounds may now last forever
The souls of the dead have been taken away
To the fields of Abaddon