Lyrics Hang Them High - Abysmal Torment

Hang Them High

Their futile sobbing worse than a child’s cry
When they’re reaped by Saturn’s lead scythe
Past, present, future, fruitless absent might
Their end is nigh to hang them high
Their age of madness is duly over
Deceitful of archaic mode of taught
Fear, guild and self-loathe all it’s brought
Their end is night to hang them high
Their futile sobbing worse than a child’s cry
When they’re reaped by Saturn’s lead scythe
Past, present, future, fruitless absent might
Their end is nigh to hang them high
Hang doom prophets from their lofty towers
Hang gold-hoarding death-dealers of Babylon
Hang child-defiling high priests of Rome
Hang sly statesman from highest flagpoles
Hang them high
Watch them die
Times are ripe for butchering cattle
Should you choose your own demise
These are those who will sell it to you
At a price for all to consume and die
Hang blue bloods from their royal family trees
Hang cultist overlords from their ziggurats
Hang islam’s insane caliphs from minarets
Hang crooked zionists from the wailing wall
Heed the pristine law
Their souls begin to fray
Sacrifice cultist of old
Under the law of the bold