The Meads of Ashopdel - Genesis of Death | Текст песни

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Taken to Gehenna, the fire always burns

Cast into the wasteland, eaten by the worms

Taken to the ash heap In lower Ge-hinnom,

In dreary misery, where idols once belonged

To die in isolation Abandoned by a nation

Slow asphyxiation, Soon to come the end

A curse unto god, to hang upon a tree

Such a hateful end, to ritually cease to be

I am not the son of god, You will become the man god

I am not the Messiah; You have become the priest king

My birth was never foretold, Covered in the dust of human remains"

And the black embrace of Acheron, Where grim visage’d faces, peer from the ashes of Lebanon, Where flesh becomes clay, from Syria to Yemen, and open graves adorn the shores of heaven,

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