Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Naught but Death, artist - Funeral Mist. Album song Hekatomb, in the genre
Date of issue: 14.06.2018
Record label: NoEvDiA
Song language: English
Naught but Death |
Thick flows the river of depravity |
And thick flows the flood of vile sin |
We sing softly to the gates for them to open |
And let the holy fire in |
Have no mercy upon us, Lord |
We seek no justice, only death |
Earth’s heavenly mirror lies broken |
And the web of souls has been torn apart |
Take now this handful of whoredom and filth |
And fill the hole in your heart |
Have no mercy upon us, Lord |
We seek no justice, We seek no trial or chance |
Have no mercy, Lord |
We seek naught but death |
Waken now sinner and consider |
The itching teeth of what’s to come |
All that you’ve created even that sign from God |
Shall with you now be undone |
Have no mercy upon us, Lord |
We seek no justice, we seek no trial or chance |
Have no mercy, Lord |
Let perdition rise and take form |
The moon is bleeding the sky is sackcloth and ash |
Have no mercy, Lord |
Let our destruction run its course |
We stand measured in the now |
Blessed but yet to earn |
The language of the void |
The lost tongue of the depths |
Beneath us float spells of power |
Above us worlds of light |
The phlegm of the Holy Mother |
We hang gutted on the cross |
Cleansed but yet to learn |
The mantras of the dead |
The chorus of decay |
Before us lie aeons of black |
Behind us shreds of life |
The skin of the first and the last |