Reptile!
Spreading sickness and disease among the men
Grubby creed!
What are ye but the soulless meat?
Lunatic!
Cancer consuming Thy race from inside
Beware!
No grace awaits Thee in the crying skies above
I'm on my way
Destination hell
By the power ov will
I shall complete
The devil's work
Vultures attack!
May hell unlock overpowering might
Mourn not, my comrades!
Thou art fateless in the blinding light
Soldiers!
On the altar ov liberation crucify the whore
Rejoice!
Drink to crucifixion
For oppression is no more!
Slay the whore!
Make it bleed,
Make it weep
Let it die forever more
Slit the throat!
Let them rot
Let them pay
Let em taste their own blood
Make em crawl!
Upon this corpse
I shall feast
'Till no hope remains for the twisted mob!
Mithras!
Raise Thy sword of judgment, loose the iron rain
Beat the drum
No earthly power
May hinder nor stop Thee
Sekhmet!
Manifestation ov Mut
Protector ov Ma'at
I call upon the most divine
To spew forth this infecting dust ov life
I'm on my way
Destination hell
By the power ov will
I shall complete
The devil's work
klausant Ulver. Įdomu tai, kad Death beveik išimtinai klausausi vasarą, labai retai kitu metų laiku. Bet kuo Death man tokie vasariški, aš niekaip nepaaiškinčiau
Man tai Opeth visada puikiai eina. Apskritai galvojau, kad turiu kažkokias muzikines preferencijas pagal dienos orą ar metų laikus, bet turbūt tai tik saviįtaiga. Galvodavau, kad Ulver man yra visiška žiemos muzika, bet ne vieną vasarą esu save pagavęs