Tekst piosenki
On the eve of the great unraveling, I took the long way
home Sickness clouded the night air along the
darkened road New baseline, insanity
Racing the engines of conformity.
Holy Mother Death, rising up from Mexico
To cast her rictus grin across the wilted amber waves
below Holy Mother Death, walk with me into the night.
Far too strange to be estranged
Terror sweeps the fruited plain.
But I was born undead and given to offense
Coffin nails and graveyard dust to curse the populists.
Caustic, anodyne.
Stitched together, strung with a kevlar thread
Sneaks the reaper, a hooked blade across your
neck Smoke bathing death’s head
Silver turns to lead
Sneaks the reaper…
Stolen flowers of the state, devotion to a hidden saint
Dead and hanging upside down, destruction of your holy ground
Calling me to take it, then to raze it
I will burn you out.
The reign of death
begins You’re all in a
cult
A fucking death cult
And I venerate your
end.
Muerte, muerte…
O utworze
Lamb of God prezentuje utwór "Sepsis".
