Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hang Them High , by - Abysmal Torment. Song from the album Cultivate The Apostate, in the genre Release date: 31.12.2013
Record label: Willowtip
Song language: English
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 |