Текст песни Rotting Christ - Khronos
Rotting Christ - Khronos слова песни
Origin of time / the face of old fleshCrumbles the earth / my feet and brainCollapsing into measures / of nature`s killing libertyLights gone an empty house / should be filled of empty painThe cold dark night becomes scary soonIn the light of a young moonA thorn in my soul your face fade awayAwake like an owl for salvation I prayAnd shining flames / burning the night skyUntil you / who walk among the likingTouch the overbearing / fall on the crushedIn the light of a young moonThe cold dark night becomes scary soonA thorn in my soul your face fade awayAwake like an owl for salvation I prayHe who sleeps in the embrace of notShall carry the thorns of carrion soulsHe who rules the flesh of the pigsWith an oral smile shall pray on foolsTough the overweening / fall on the crushedBlind eyes of old light / pigs shall ruleThe flesh of kings / devoured for six nightsThe sky is empty set / a golden snake crumbles the earthHer feet and brain / the face of old fleshLike an empty light house / hiding the cold fleshSnow is falling through / the living is goneThen the memory / of old fear is uponRushes sordid through / winged black imagesWho shall build / an empty skySame as the origin / of your faceOrigin of time / origin of time